Paris II

Goodnight my tearfull love,
Save your drops in a cup,
And let them set to silver,
Hear the wind carry my voice,
Kissing your ear.
Winterly whispers in the night,
We shall seal this night with a kiss,
And watch your tears set to gold.

Paris I

I don't want us to be fantasy anymore,
No more farewell's woman

You'll feel the impression on your skin,
As i hold my hand to yours,
Forever,
You'll feel my pulsating heart
Beat in time with yours,
As i pull you close for our re-kindled embrace.

You See,
It never lost touch,
Never forgot,
Never gave in,
Never gave up,
My heart only dances to one song...

...and that be yours.