*These woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.*
My woods are but a figure of speech.
Still, they are lovely, dark, and deep
And we have promises to keep.
The miles separate me from you.
Love and friendship stay through and through,
But a broken heart will stay true.
Your strong arms are wrapped around me,
Holding me close, helping me see.
We don't have to touch to feel.
Feb 27, 2016
Feb 27, 2016 at 7:41 PM UTC
*These woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep.*
My woods are but a figure of speech.
Still, they are lovely, dark, and deep
And we have promises to keep.
The miles separate me from you.
Love and friendship stay through and through,
But a broken heart will stay true.
Your strong arms are wrapped around me,
Holding me close, helping me see.
We don't have to touch to feel.
