the stars are ours
the moon is too
we've got it all
me and you
our love sticks
like a treacly
goo
we sure make
flames of passion
imbue
as we mix
our potent
brew
baby them days
aint done with yet
we can still stir
the furnace of love
you bet
snow is on the roof
but the blood remains hot
why don't you and I
go on a sultry trot
the stars and moon
ever say
that love's embers
agelessly
flicker
away
Oct 12, 2014
Oct 12, 2014 at 1:48 AM UTC
the stars are ours
the moon is too
we've got it all
me and you
our love sticks
like a treacly
goo
we sure make
flames of passion
imbue
as we mix
our potent
brew
baby them days
aint done with yet
we can still stir
the furnace of love
you bet
snow is on the roof
but the blood remains hot
why don't you and I
go on a sultry trot
the stars and moon
ever say
that love's embers
agelessly
flicker
away
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