In a dim moon light, in a corner,
I want to pull you close like a file in a folder.
Holding you by your waist,
I want to whisper you, you are the sweetest.
Putting my lips on your palm,
I want to sense the tender love which makes me warm.
Pulling you closer in my arms,
I want to dispel all your fears.
Planting a kiss on your eyes,
I want to make you little more audacious.
Alternating my lips on your cheeks,
I want to prove my love as modest and meek.
Resting your lips on mine,
I want to feel a warm chill down my spine.
In a corner, in a dim moon light,
I want to hug you for rest of the night.
