Shall I compare thee to the deafening silence of night?

How it is strong and angry,

how it crushes my day into tomorrow,

and keeps a lock around my sight.

At times you grasped me so tight,

I couldn’t break away but still I fell for you;

And all your beauty remains smeared on your face,

though your memory is soaked in my pain filled tears.

The silence of night cuts my ears and they ring,

as I lay and cry for you.

Death would hurt me less than the loss of your lips.

Ask me to immortalize?

You wouldn’t, but do hear,

‘twas all ours in the palm of our hands and here it is written,

For only you, must wish for an end.