Watching her sitting on the edge of that rooftop,
Two inches to fall, or maybe to fly
Enjoying the fresh cold air there
Moving towards her, getting near,
Reached her screaming face
She was too afraid of fall
Very near, my frozen hands escaped to her back,
Seeking warmth I said, but nothing just to pull her even closer
Asking for her pleasure
Wanting to kiss her, her lips
Slowly leaned in to get a moment of magic,
A moment of her.
And that's how I ended and stared my year.