Kryptonite

Why is this night different

from every other night?

Is it because you are now

here lying in my arms?

The mirage of you conveys beauty

which I have longed for,

you did make me weak

that moment you walked through that door,

and I thought you were not coming back.

The wind serenades us,

trying to elude and forget

the war we had,

leaving every tearful fight,

nonsense arguments,

never-ending quarrels

for the paradise, we yet to have.

I do love you, and I am so sorry,

now I have in my mind

that for every Superman

there is always his kryptonite.

Copyright *Jelord Klinn Cabresos @2012