Maybe tomorrow will be better,
if not soon maybe later.
I am outside feeling cold,
longing for you - touch of gold.
Let me in, let me be near,
I fear the cold, I fear...
Keep the furnace inside warm,
draw me close with your charm.
The wind gushing with power,
pull me near with passing hour.
Like a thunder it rises,
with naughty pinch it surprises.
Your bosom like a closet - warm,
keeps me away from all harm.
Magnolia and dandelions greet,
'my love', you are lovely 'n' sweet.
Prasenjit©1997-2011
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