The nights,
Not bright,
That Hide all light,
Blushing... Waiting
For the love
That's gonna happen tonight.

Your arms,
The Place that holds us tight,
Your arms,
The place, I adore being all night.
Your arms,
The place, that knows good faith.
Your arms,
The place, that cuddles so great.

The giggles, the fights,
All  end up allright,
In your warmest shelter,
With a grin each night.

We start so bad,
And end up mad,
Yet your warmth,
Your arms,
Make us smile,
And relax.

I love those arms,
The hugs we have,
It grips us tight,
In the love we have.

Those arms,
I wish, are forever mine,
For they define best,
The term called 'divine'.