From dusk 'til dawn, I shall wait...

Out on the cold of December, savour my heat, still eager to sit
Out here on the concrete we first meet.

Loving you was tough as the lions' puff,
yet, here I am, still rough as I silently huff.

Rubbing hands I stare above,
as your eyes gaze me from above.

Felt your fury punching through me, I understood,
I ate him for I love you and there was he.

I love you more but you love him, not me...
so, you see, my love for you is real.

© vitor