Thursday, 17 February 2011

I find the way you write so endearing
The way you hold the paper in your hand
The way you slouch about on messy cushions
Never daring to make a sound when

The TV is on and it’s late at night
Our favourite movie’s playing all night long
The snow falls on the windowsill outside it’s cold
Hot chocolate, wrapped up, holding hands it is
Another winter, another day
Another hour I have spent with you
Time passes slowly, I have to say
That I'm glad that I spent it with you
Spent it with you

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