With your love:


I am alone in my bed in a cold, dark room.
Then it is day. Then I go to work.
Then I go home to be alone in a cold, dark room.

This could have gone on for years, but there,
in the distance, was some spark that could be warm, and we reached.


I am with you in our bed in a cold, dark room.
But the cold matters not, because you hold me with fiery arms.
But the darkness matters not, because you bring light to my eyes.

And when day breaks, I celebrate more precious time with you.
And when I work, I anticipate another night with you.

This could go on for years--
A fire burning endlessly between us.