Looking out at the clouded sky that is not grey
But also isn’t blue
Reminding herself of the times
The laughter they shared
While talking over the phone
So long and late 
Their voices were hoarse
Neither could tell you what day it was
And if the clock had passed the twelve
The mystical midnight 
Over romanticized and used by 
Romance writers and lyricists 
Striving to tell a story of the perfect love
Where lovers make love at midnight
On the dunes at the cape
Or the kiss at midnight as one year becomes two
And the month becomes January 
Real love is timeless  
And getting lost in their eyes
Or their embrace, or their smile
Or listening to their laugh
Or the words being formed by their enticing lips
And being lost such that the world 
Just falls in place
And between one minute, one hour, one day
You could not tell the difference
And you could stay that way for an eternity
Just gazing into the depths of their soul
Through the looking glass that is
Their sweet and mystifying eyes
Which fix their stare to meet yours
Which return the stare, afraid to blink 
And miss a moment
But do not fear letting someone else see into their soul
And their fears and desires and secrets, that can not remain
secrets
Leaving yourself wide out and vulnerable
Is never so easy
As when you are in love
Looking back out at the sky that is not pitch
But also isn’t the dark inky blue
She recognized the twinkle of the stars from his eyes
In the distance, a church’s deep bell rang
And sounded to twelve
She smiled, looking at his eyes in the sky
She did not hear it
And the last remnant echoes of the bell tower's chimes
Faded into the night