| Seasons
Your words are like my springtime, they're pure joy to my ear All because they show to me exactly how you care But springtime wanes and summer too eventually grows old And now I hold my pillow close to hide from lonely cold Like summers warmth you disappeared with falls first cruel frost And now I understand so clear the joy that I lost Yet when once again the summer’s warmth breaks free from winter’s cold You will be right there beside of me and you'll be the the only thing ill hold © 2004, Kimberly Baker .Back. |