you, a western film
with the lights down low
beautiful to look at
while moving slow
come listen in,
and lean back
a pillow for the soul
in a campfire story
it was all I could do but to ride to town with no place to be
hoping this street would lead
through a long winter night
seasons changed,
but love remained long within
to tell a story
time and again
of an eternal flame
so hold me close,
and your skin won't feel the snow
no matter how much skin might show
that's how the best
campfire stories go
true love passion warmth trials and tribulations and lasting memories