You are my fireplace on a
Cold winter's night.
And when I am walking through the darkness,
You are the light
At the end of the tunnel,
That I often find myself struggling through.
And I find that when I am with you,
My worries come in few.
You are my bed as I lay,
With a sigh of relief,
When I finally close my eyes
And drift off to sleep.
You are a dream that I've
Had for a very long time,
No less than that warm feeling,
You get inside
As you take a hot sip of coffee,
when it's snowing outside.
And I would walk a thousand miles
Through the darkness
Just to reach you as you light up the night.
And as I think, I realize,
I would do anything,
If you would be mine.
Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 3:35 PM UTC
You are my fireplace on a
Cold winter's night.
And when I am walking through the darkness,
You are the light
At the end of the tunnel,
That I often find myself struggling through.
And I find that when I am with you,
My worries come in few.
You are my bed as I lay,
With a sigh of relief,
When I finally close my eyes
And drift off to sleep.
You are a dream that I've
Had for a very long time,
No less than that warm feeling,
You get inside
As you take a hot sip of coffee,
when it's snowing outside.
And I would walk a thousand miles
Through the darkness
Just to reach you as you light up the night.
And as I think, I realize,
I would do anything,
If you would be mine.
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