The Days Are Cold

Summers heat has passed by, the green of grass has become yellow straw

The long hours have shortened into minutes, into dark wintery days

The days are cold, but my heart is warm, it longs for your embrace

Your charm, your smile, your dark skin, and your bluest of eyes, they taunt me

I will be yours until the winter passes, the snow will only mound my door of path

It will not keep me from your tender lips, your manly hands, I shall find myself awaiting

Spring, where the songbirds will take heed of the sunlight, and the buds upon the trees

Will be awaiting bloom, where they will scent the air, and I will be excited, for your touch

Your hand upon my face, your whisper in my ear, and the glisten of the dew upon the tree limbs

Will find us, underneath an oak tree, where our names have been carved upon the trunk

Leaving us no other choice but to make love, where we first met, we still have the passion

The desire to rule the world, and the days are no longer cold, but they are chilling in the thrill of a song, sung for the very first time