9 p.m. <br />tomorrow night <br />would be a year <br />from that night <br />the night when you <br />held my shoulder's tight <br />the night when the moon <br />was shining bright <br />the night when everything <br />felt mistakenly right <br /> <br />that charmed night <br />when you became <br />my white knight <br /> <br /> <br />~ming<br /><br />Inday Prising<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/anniversary-25/
