Being in your arms reminds me of the sweetness of Summer.
This is why I come alive when you come around.
At night the light I see in your eyes keeps my troubles at bay.
All the things we say & do because we have each other.
Being “yours” means more than silver or gold.
So give me the gift of your warmth when you come around.
Love is a revelation, not a tragedy.
The better angels of our nature rise to the top when we’re together.
Take me by the hand with every word you live & breathe.