At Night

She sits and thinks and thinks and thinks,
She thinks and sees him in her dreams;

She wonders where he is, what he does,
She wonders he thinks of her when he's buzz;

Feeling intense, feeling high,
Feeling love and taking sigh;

She waits and waits and waits and waits,
until the night opens its gates;

She lets her heart and thoughts out glow,
She knows it's him whom she'll follow;

He is right there in her dreams,
Not too far and not in gleams;

This is the old feeling she knows,
This is what afterall she chose.