Glowing in the City

This sketch of a bow is probably my favorite sketch in my black notebook:this poem is inside the black notebook too, it's called "Glowing in the City"

waiting for the moment

waiting for the time to come

wishing for perfection

hoping for the best yet

i've been clicking my heels together not

once, but twice now

we've been making sure this is for real

can it be real

now we are heading out with the moon now

let's celebrate our new success tonight

baby now close your eyes

it's your choice now, suprise.