As the snow begins to fall,
As the hope begins to grow.
Our embrace grows tighter,
You finally realise a snuggle wasn't all that hard.
You've began to trust me,
This love is now coming true.
Maybe it will flourish,
A rare mountain flower that comes to be in the cold embrace.
Where is the passion they scream,
We look back and laugh.
I realise that what we share is more than could be told,
I realise that my heart was never cold.
Just on standby,
waiting for you.
Jan 20, 2013
Jan 20, 2013 at 11:17 PM UTC
As the snow begins to fall,
As the hope begins to grow.
Our embrace grows tighter,
You finally realise a snuggle wasn't all that hard.
You've began to trust me,
This love is now coming true.
Maybe it will flourish,
A rare mountain flower that comes to be in the cold embrace.
Where is the passion they scream,
We look back and laugh.
I realise that what we share is more than could be told,
I realise that my heart was never cold.
Just on standby,
waiting for you.
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