That crackling conversation by the fireside
on a hopeless winters night
led me to sipping of cognac from the pools of your eyes
and there you were weaving dreamy spells
to effortlessly entrap my heart
i had no hope
you knew.
Though many moons have passed, I still see
those roses pressed between the pages of a book
reminding me of the thorns we pricked , when we were young
it was also the time you said you would never let me go…
and you never did.
Today, the aroma of coffee is wafting in the air
drawing me out to hear the guitar
strumming to my heart on a Valparaiso sunset
ever so slowly at each cord…
So you hold my hand
and enchant me in nostalgia once again
as those childish waves splash playfully on the shore beckoning us to come and play
and we do... we always do.
Aug 30, 2016
Aug 30, 2016 at 7:41 AM UTC
That crackling conversation by the fireside
on a hopeless winters night
led me to sipping of cognac from the pools of your eyes
and there you were weaving dreamy spells
to effortlessly entrap my heart
i had no hope
you knew.
Though many moons have passed, I still see
those roses pressed between the pages of a book
reminding me of the thorns we pricked , when we were young
it was also the time you said you would never let me go…
and you never did.
Today, the aroma of coffee is wafting in the air
drawing me out to hear the guitar
strumming to my heart on a Valparaiso sunset
ever so slowly at each cord…
So you hold my hand
and enchant me in nostalgia once again
as those childish waves splash playfully on the shore beckoning us to come and play
and we do... we always do.
this is all about falling in love with that one and only -and sticking through thick and thin.