The cold winters touch clawing at the window.
The need for change moves with the seasons, but the idea of you stays evergreen.
Hair flutters, beautiful in the wind.
Her power so tough, it's nearly a sin.
She'll wreck your world when she's feeling stormy.
But today, she's calm, not even a stir.
Waking her up just to look at her.
Eyes like two planets, orbiting my soul.
Wondering if we'd run away,
Would her touch still feel the same?
If she's mad, she could destroy. But today for me, she is calm