I long to kiss your lips into the nite. And to watch your face, appear into the mild light. To hold your hand as we walk the road. While hugging you when the world has gone all wrong. I miss the long moonlight night, out on the peer. Where we walked, hand in hand. Speaking ever so softly, kissing ever so gently. I smile as I gaze upon your hazle eyes. And now our love is gone, into the nite. Never to return. Or show its pleasures. I miss the christmas we spent together, arm in arm, with your parents, like one big, happy, family. That's gone to. Like the winter snow, only this love, will not return.