One Warm Night

It was one of those nights you'd never remember,
A night that was just there.

If we hadn't happened that warm, beautiful night,
It would have been a night that was just there.

Who thought a pod so alike would be,
Yet so different in every way.

Who thought those who could never be,
Might just one night, have happened there.

One story at a time, it came pouring out,
It wouldn't stop even if I willed it to.

The stories were what was bound to happen,
Even if I wanted my mouth to never say.

Now, it happens everyday,
a bond that's here to stay.

A want, a desire, that is no longer our say,
It is here to forever stay.