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The Winter Night

Oh how much I remember 
What it was like 
To rest my head in your lap 
Counting stars at night. 
With you messing with my hair 
And gently curling your hands 
Holding my face 
Looking at me 
With that earnest gaze.

I fell for that smile
That you always wore
It touched my heart
Always to the core.
I loved to listen
That voice of yours
A voice so enchanting
The words so pure.
I could stare at you
For hours and hours
You were so magical.
An aura so blessed
I wish I stay with you
Till the absolute end.
The less I see you
The more I miss you
The more I see you
The less I am worried.

Sneaking around you
Was just a habit
To watch silently over you
Was the main cause.
Meeting you was a coincidence
But loving you was fate
You were never an option
Not a person I could hate.

Now I'm seeing you
Sitting beside me
Wrapping your scarf
All around me.
Then you hold my arm
Close your eyes
Resting your head
On my shoulder, it lies.
I smile, staring at the sky
In this cold winter night.
So happy to have you
You are my light.
I close my eyes
Resting my mind
Holding your hand
Our fingers entwine.
Feeling so special
That you are mine
I'm at peace
Everything's fine.

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