Hug me while cold nights surround
And doubts are the dinner for us,
Apart of the stories’ rebound
Of what we were striving to pass.
Hug me while hours flow hard
Still answering questions in mind
Yet rays of the light might regard
All our emotions behind.
Hug me while snowing the tales
Through winters and marvel array
Will write other stories’ details
Which spark our love on the way.
Hug me and nights turn on gleam
With moon smiling over the sky,
With dawns which are catching the dream
Of having each other through fly.
© Simona Prilogan