10:28 pm |
In Riga's heart, where shadows creep, Two lonely souls, their secrets keep. Boriss, brooding, black of hair, Arets, stoic, with a distant stare.
Both felt unseen, by girls unblessed, Yearning for something, a love confessed. One chilly night, beneath the gaslight's glow, A shared cigarette, a seed did sow.
Hesitant words, a touch, a spark, A love they hid, behind the dark. No damsels fair, no knight's embrace, But in each other, they found their place.
Boriss and Arets, an unseen thread, A love unspoken, yet truly said. In Riga's streets, where shadows roam, They found a love, to bring them home. |