Your eyes are the only Christmas lights that deserve to be seen all year long.
Switch off the TV, it is performing to blind eyes Unplug the internet, let’s disconnect the outside Pile duvets on the sofa and we’ll climb inside Build a tent with a reading light, stock books and supplies.
Say goodnight under moonlight, the quiet so clear Roll over ‘til our bodies meld, warm breath in my ear. Eyes that close tightly, sweet dreams, good night dear I’ll kiss your head as always, hair in my mouth the souvenir.
We wake, walk in Scotland and take in the air The cold grass, the stone roads, we haven’t a care The tea light candles glisten in your golden hair The Oak and the Fir trees can not help but stare
At a love so electric the stars have gone green For a love like this they just never have seen With you there my baby I feel like I’m fourteen The definition of perfection, in converse and jeans.
With Christmas tree lights around the table at night And candles that flicker, wind dancing with the light I cover you in more blankets as the cold starts to bite, As we read under moonlight, so close, cuddled tight.
within my chase of drifting in the wind have a good way to begin through night skies drift in all directions there must be time for confessing shadows block the tortured sky a smile from a lonesome child drifting ever
Beautiful eyes Imagine falling in love with someone you have never seen. Would you give your heart away to a mystery? What if you could fall head over heels, do you think you would try? Or would you run away
Whispered names falling simply off lips, Freckles that ripple on skin, Azure eyes that flooded dreams. Eyes may capsize stable thoughts, Blindly wade into unknown waters, Not knowing awaiting dangers. A siren’s melody put in a trance, A map to
All defenses crumbled, all fears banished All reasons negated, all arguments destroyed Looking into your big passionate eyes Not random chance, but providence Crossing our ways time and again Leading me to your big passionate eyes Yield just once to
A pair of hazel eyes look at me. Your ‘bandana’ runs up to forehead, a scarf covers nose, chin and below, the pinky complexion of your cheeks lures me to paint you as a lovely maid. There is no invitation