On a cold winters evening
You’re right here with me
There’s absolutely no where else
That I’d rather be
There here with you in your arms
Softly kissing you
One of the things that we both love
So very much to do
As the evening grows later
We go off to bed
Once again you kiss me
We both know what lies ahead
© 1-21-11/RJH
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