I went for a motorbike at a dead time luck,
As the sun rises, it snows from above,
Then saw yOu with yOur bike at the other side,
Abruptly, I felt cold, I saw yOu chilling too...
We stayed apart, stared each back,
I then felt something inside;
My heart felt cold, it snows inside,
Now I wish to hold and kiss yOu tight!
Hmn, snows don't dropp really above my head,
Yet my heart seem wrapped 15 below centigrade;
Nature warmth my heart, yes, it does,
But I admit I long for yOu to touch;
Ease my hands, details I wish to hold,
Get rid this snow, burn my heart, will you?
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