Analysis of The last

Lying our figures on the ice cold floor,
examining each other’s eyes.
The unheard feelings; his peek made me quiver.
As the heavenly moon esteeming us.
Masochistic with the cold floor even in the depth of winter,
the moonlight shining, and it’s getting flicker
as making our way back to our homes.
Finally looking at her, and there she disappears
With the last keek at him, waggling her hands.  
Minute to obtain that was a dream