The Eleventh Hour

At my rope’s end, the year’s own approaching
Hope seemed elusive and romance bygone
Sadness and sorrow, recent wounds healing
Has solitude been my fate all along?

A timely encounter, a smile, and kiss
The music moves us, our energies flow
The taste of your lips sparks an awareness
My mind is spinning, thoughts quickly follow

Candid conversations, intense moments
A certain sense of rightness fills the night
Our views and desires, and stars’ alignments
Tells me this is something real, feels so right

In the Eleventh Hour you and I met
Next year together will be the best yet.