The Warmth Of Autumn Candlelight

The candle burns a soft glow on the room, as I revel in the warmth of my life. Basking in the radiance of future possibilities and hopes.

Passion is a passion.
You are my sweetest love,
So I cry with a stutter,
I hold back my flight,
For you are the last of the love songs,
You are the rose without a thorn,
You are my warm embrace,

I thank you for your Autumn warmth,
Your gentle glow,
Words don''t come easily,
But for you I murmur intelligibly onwards.

The Warmth Of Autumn Candlelight

The candle burns a soft glow on the room, as I revel in the warmth of my life. Basking in the radiance of future possibilities and hopes.

Passion is a passion.
You are my sweetest love,
So I cry with a stutter,
I hold back my flight,
For you are the last of the love songs,
You are the rose without a thorn,
You are my warm embrace,

I thank you for your Autumn warmth,
Your gentle glow,
Words don''t come easily,
But for you I murmur intelligibly onwards.