Snow and cold may have given
aching bones, shivering body,
frostbites and numb states,
but deep inside
in my heart, in my soul
there is warmth
of a special kind,
a spring breeze
with a delicious touch,
for every snow-day
you hold me tight
and whisper those words
" I love you"
Polar Vortex can come
with all the snow it wants
but the fire inside
will never be out
you know.
Oh, my Johnny
I don't want snow to go,
for life will take
when spring wind blows.
Feb 10, 2015
Feb 10, 2015 at 9:57 PM UTC
Snow and cold may have given
aching bones, shivering body,
frostbites and numb states,
but deep inside
in my heart, in my soul
there is warmth
of a special kind,
a spring breeze
with a delicious touch,
for every snow-day
you hold me tight
and whisper those words
" I love you"
Polar Vortex can come
with all the snow it wants
but the fire inside
will never be out
you know.
Oh, my Johnny
I don't want snow to go,
for life will take
when spring wind blows.
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