Kiss me in the pale light of the half moon
on this cool winter's night
As I would kiss you in the bright sun
of September past
But it is not about the moon or sun or the light
It is your lips on mine, my hands on your back
and the certainty of the touch,
when everything else is unknown, unseen, unsure
except the closeness of our lips together
in the pale light of the half moon
on this cool winter's night
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