Winter romance

No, it’s not the cold outside,

but the warmth in your eyes

that makes my lips tremble;

and I still long for another kiss,

this time with no lies, no ties,

without labels.

Like a magic spell

in this sudden fable,

I confess,

I surrender,

this time I suspect

love is inescapable.

In a maze of doubts,

and haunting shadows

the temple of freedom

patiently awaits us,

as we slowly walk

through icy streets,

holding hands, firmly, tightly,

with smiling hearts

and a world of dreams ahead of us.