Of all the days, I’d still chose to be with you.
To be alone by myself, than to be with someone else.
I’d rather stomp through the rain, get wet and ill.
Than to remain dry and to feel nothing else, but dry.

I am lonely, longing, and waiting..
Starving for your warmth,
hungry for your presence.
Yet, I chose this..
To spend every day loving you,
than to regret each day not fighting for you.