My Memories in Advance

I haven’t met another
Where silence speaks acceptance
Deep waters spill together
And hugs become a dance,
A street-light lit romance.
No, I haven’t dreamt ‘nother.
Who bears the least resemblance
To the hidden-hearted lover
Who can steal with just one glance
Any semblance of my balance.
Then, retreat into the cover
Of the poet I’ve yet discover
And my memories in advance.