"Maybe it is your cold hand, that reaches for mine. Maybe it is my skin that screams for a warm hand but it craves for yours. Maybe its your brown eyes that resemble to a dainty fawn, eyes that are so deep I get lost in, brown that i feel like I can read your mind out of it. Maybe its your red-wine lips, where I wanna get drunk or maybe its your voice, with all the high and low notes it takes, I wanna go on that rollercoaster, I wanna hear this voice in the middle of a night, whispering in my ear and feel cold fingertips on my chest, and red lips on my shoulders, and brown eyes that hit mine like a lightening." +