Dark, grey, stormy nights,
with little light.

A cool, soft, whispering breeze,
with something to read.

You, here, lifting my spirits higher,
next to a warm fire.

A nice, warm, cup of tea,
with you next to me.

And I feel,
so alive,
with you,
by my side,
on this,
stormy night,
on this,
dark stormy night.

You walk around,
without making,
a single sound.

You pick me up,
and walk me to,
my bedroom.

You tuck me,
into bed,
and kiss me on the forehead.

I'm the luckiest man alive,
to have you by my side.