I lay in the cold wet grass on the first night of October.
The breeze blowing through my hair.
As I look into the moon And listen to sous de ciel,
Laying flat against the earth I wish you'd be making love to me.
So I can feel that warmth I miss,
Far from this cold bitter night.
The first night in October.

The moon looks over us as we pour our souls into one another.
That feeling I feel when I catch you gazing at me,
Is as warm as a cup of tea In the icy winter.
Every kiss makes me want so much more.
When you touch my body I feel at ease, warm, safe, adored.

As I fall asleep on you,
I can't help but think about what we can be, how well we mix, how well we belong.
But as passionate as we are, I know to savor this brief moment we may have to hold back on.
Nothing is sure.
Nothing is uncertain.
I do know however, that what we have is so much more than we see it as.
And this is why I am writing this.
Right at this moment I can't help but smile and gaze at your eyes and how they look at me with such love, such admiration.
Nothing will ever change my mind about you, it'll always be you and I.
In cold days such as today,
The first night of October.