When the moon kisses the sea,
Will you kiss me too?
Or when I lean in close,
Will you jinx it, leaving me blue?
Tell me, for I've craved that moment,
Wished for it under a shooting comet.
Your lips, a secret I'll never forget,
Or just a feeling I’ll always regret.
Will they taste warm like honey, under the moon’s soft glow,
Or will they be cold, like the evening breeze?
Will they feel like heaven, a chance for two,
Or will they be empty, just me, without you?