wartaSAJ –
To what do I compare thee, my noble lord?
Thou are colder than a snowman, but thy words are as warm as the embers of longing.
There should be a song ‘bout the rain in January, because I turned out the light on my bed even though what was burning brightly was my longing.
Thou promised to come home under the umbrella of memories, when I left love in thy coat pocket when thou left yesterday..
I send thee a prayer in exchange for a hand thou couldn’t reach, so that thou can see how love can save thee.. How love can save us.
‘Cause the sunshine in thy eyes, dimmed all the stars in my nights..