May it be the cold night
Whining in the shadows deep,
Or the creeping of your smile
That peek behind your lips,
May it be the feel of warmth
That grows stronger with every touch,
Or the love-full feeling
After sleeping in your arms,
May it end when it's not too late
To not forgive but forget,
Because words "I can't" don't mean much more
Unless it means you won't die slow.
