And when I hold you
In my skinny arms
I want you to feel
Safe from harm
I want cold winds
To become a warm breeze
I want to calm
Your stormy seas
I want you to hear
A heavenly choir
I want your heart
To burn with desire
I want the sun
To shine down from above
But most of all
I want you to know you are loved
Friday, 2 January 2009
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