Bold, semi-bold and brave, just a little brave. They were here - on that sweet night. There was a breeze, but it was warm. There were lights, and noise, and people and the darkness of the night. Oh sweet, soft, dark night! You held them close in your shadows, then showed them light - just for a few moments, and went back to the darkness again. Now all there is - is love. Love once lost and never found. Love that bursted into flames but was taken away by the wind as the ashes fell on the ground. Here it is now. Content and alone. Resting under the vine and watching the hikers walk by. There still is bold - and brave. There still is love, there still is pain. But he still is just semi-brave and she still isn't bold enough. So love is still resting, under the vine and watching the time go by.