When each syllable turns into a dance across your lips, I can only imagine what it would be like If I took your hand and stopped you. When each alliterative phrase swings from My lips, My only thought is
"Stop me."
When our verses fall silent and the falling snow Turns into thunder, I can only imagine what it would be like If you made my heart beat louder.
Maybe I will continue this later, but I have a huge bout of poetic writers block.