A lifetime's experience
in peace and war
tells me I can die
in the next minute.

But I know I won't.
I haven't met you yet.
I know I was meant for that.
Until then, I must live on.

On the frozen shortest night,
there is a street lamp
glowing against the cold.

Before I kiss you
beneath that lamp,
I remain bulletproof.

Once our lips meet
in that frigid night
life and death
will only be possibilities.

They won't matter anymore.
The circle will be complete.
I will fear no evil.