The night was cold,
stirring the air with fingers of frost,
I was lost.
On a night like this
I wanted her kiss to light a fire.

The moon rose higher and cast
an eerie glow,
It had started to snow pure white, and
a kiss may just melt me,then
turn me to slush.

When push comes to shove,she
knows I want more of her love and
on a cold night like this,
a kiss is just
the beginning.