Think br of darkness, streaked images br bared, stripped by lights forlorn br br of flowers that bloom at night br and die before its morn br br of a rose that shed its perfume br but stays waiting on a thorn br br of a glow worm that twinkles br and stars tickled in their frown br br of nights that fool dew to form br on petals, leaves and lawns br br of caressed emotions, cajoled br into memories of ours, worn br br of a naughty strand that danced br and refused to be tucked for long br br of the loss of love's passion br and love made in rhythm with a song br br of soft kisses into love bites br tattooed, after the night's gone. br br I think of all these br br then I think br of some thought br that goes in search of you br br then, of you I Think...