It's getting cold out now,
trees are bare,
love is strong,
and my fingers are numb from cold.
My wrist aches from grasping your hand so tightly.
It's simply a curse it seems,
I just can't seem to keep from reaching for you;
I hope you don't mind.
It's not something I can control.
You're just too sweet to let go of.
And if you want the truth,
I ache for you.
I feel your love in my bones,
and it lights up my soul.