sonnet III

i liked last night, for all its heavy storms,
while i held you like my own lucky charm;
i did my very best keep you warm,
though freezing rain collected in our arms;

and there are days i don't know what to say,
so i just waver, struck dumb by your smile;
but when it's midnight, we forget those days,
and we just stand there, silent for a while;

the silhouettes of trees were bright and clear,
while you were shaking in the cloudy chill;
i thought, "these angry nights give us such fear."
and wished you'd be content to just stand still;

because there was lightning flashing in the sky,
but i saw fireflies flashing in your eyes.