Why the hell? we are meeting tonight.
Together, this our last night.
The love story of dew and grass.
Fades with a lovely dawn.

The moon is pretty and pink.
The Titanic was destined to sink.
The smell of love is no more.
But why are we standing close tonight.

We are meeting tonight with a kiss.
The memories will haunt like a snake hiss.
We are meeting but out of words , in anger.
The taste of kiss was ripe and dry.

The weather is hot,...