Do you see me 

Because as the sky turns blue 

And the wind stirs hot 

You say nothing. 

But your eyes whisper sweet loves . 

 

The distance 

Somehow so much, 

But you are right in front of me. 

Our little secret . 

We must keep it. 

The wind howls coldly 

But our love will not blow away. 

 

So easy to touch, 

But so wrong to feel. 

This is a dangerous game to play, 

Because the leaves are dying 

But our love is still flying 

With the birds to find warmth. 

 

The snow is sticking. 

We can't stop 

Taking caution with the blocks of Jenga. 

No one can know 

Of our secrets written in the 

Snow, 

 

Turn the keys of our lips 

Our love continues to bloom. 

To keep them quite, 

Seal it with the buss 

Of a rose. 

It shall never be known 

Of our lustful adventures 

Of the eye. 

To the soul