Before you’re cold,
Before your skin is blue,
Give me a chance
To have a date with you.
To touch your skin,
Forever lasting fall.
Your living eyes,
Your hands, that hold a soul.
Blood warms the clothes,
They hug you so politely.
Your fragile bones,
And mine are just unsightly.
Before you’re cold,
Before your skin turns white
Give me a chance
And let me have a bite…