Each night when darkness prevails,
And the ferocious wolves wail;
I wish the time somehow stops,
And both of us shall run short of words.
I hope that when our bodies come close,
To an extent that no traces of air could pass;
You and I tell each other about our woes,
Through the silence that grips our hearts.
And in that proximity of ours,
In those incredibly magic hours,
You hold my hands with dedication,
Your eyes speaking volumes about your extreme passion.
You come a little more close to my heart,
To break all the distances apart,
Hold my face into your palms,
And gently press your lips against my forehead leaving my cold body warm.