Every move away is a step so far,
For love is like a shooting star.
Too much to soon, to much to touch,
A love so great, u will need a crutch!
Awaiting each touch of the lips,
And every single hug of the hips,
You beg – you plead but for a look, a sigh,
Away from anything else that attracts the eye.
Kiss me and miss me – oops! and you will lose,
Love me and own me, I believe that’s what u’ll choose.