5 June 2012
Late night London town
Raining all around
Friends had left him there
He didn't care
For seated in the dark
The girl with the spark
They'd been staring
Pulses now raring
A dance upon the floor
Not needing words any more
Relying on senses
Abandon all defences
A feeling, utmost bliss
Led to the first kiss
Later, wandering hands
Upon promised lands
And both of them know
To let this feeling grow
Will only cause pain
But it may never come again
Late London night
Wrong, but
Oh so right
Late • Opuss № I