At this hour of frosty midnight..
In silent breeze and cool weather..
We are walking on the path, dead as ice..
Shivering.. like two candles burning together.
You and me alone in this moonlight,
Like honey dripping all over sugar.
Hear the sea roar in all its might..
And we are flowing like two feathers.
Let me look into your eyes and write..
The words I recite are pure, though blather.
In your story let me be your knight..
Fighting for your beauty and honour.
Beloved !.. as we lie on this cliff of granite..
Am holding a Volcano somewhere nether.
Can I kiss you ?.. not much but slight..
Afraid this rush would be hard to tether.