The reflection of my heart are not heard by the whispers of my soul
  for they hide beneath branches, and seek shelter in the cold.
Because the sun shines too bright, it love is too pure,
  surely it could not reach an impostor with my allure.

But the warmth brings comfort, in his smile I find peace,
In his eyes I see the world I'd love to live in,
In his arms i feel alive like they reach through my chest
   and rest around the curves of my heart.