If your hand was the sun;
Mine would be Icarus.

If my eyes were a camera, and my eyelids the shutters.
I'd never be able to take your picture.

Oh, how I hate winter
I hate the cold, and the wind that it brings
I hate how the sun goes down earlier and earlier every single day
And in the mornings; later and later do the early birds sing
I hate seasonal depression, how my feelings sway
I hate how it hurts my face, even my lungs when I breathe
But for every bad point this winter and the next
When you tell me you love me and I can see it in your breath
I forget everything else, and appreciate you for what you are
Oh, how I hate winter but with you it's not so bad so far.

Sometimes traveling the roads of this city called life, you get lost and left alone.
But shining bright your hand reached towards me, a friend.
And friendship is a two way street, so hold mine and I'll hold yours.
As we guide each other through turmoil and grief.
I'll be your map, and if you'll be my compass. Together we'll make it home this night and the next.

For every flower's petals, or far off star in the sky;
I'll find two more ways to say I love you.
For every droplet of rain, and every tear you cry;
I'll hold you tighter than all the Ocean's currents.
For every good morning spoke, or the night's last goodbye;
I'll treasure each second as if it's my very last.
For every grain of sand among the many rich in Dubai;
I'll provide for you until I can't no more.
For every rule ever made which I may have to defy;
I'll **** for you if I have to, but I'd live for you which means so much more.

Hands of sunlight are what I awaken to each morning
As each finger slowly tightens and caresses, rays of sunlight transfer from you to me
The way you shift in bed still half asleep, and giggle as skin tickles skin
Ecstasy isn't even a word which can describe how happy you make me
Hands of sunlight are what I awaken to each morning
And warmth exudes from each and every fingertip.