The Stars Are Aligned to Justify Our Love.

"And if I sleep tonight, I hope to dream,
of you and I,
lying in a field of white,
where the cold slowly turns our cheeks red."

I've been staring at the stars for days,
trying to figure out if fate goes our way.
Do the stars crossover, or do they align?
I'm staring up-wards, looking for a sign.

And then your eyes cross my line of view,
so all I see is pretty you.
Oh, gorgeous babe,
you are all I hope to have and see,
so won't you come and sit with me?

Take a look at what's around;
the trees are covered, and so is the ground.
We lay in a scene straight from a photograph,
one of two lovers caught up in fate's trap.

If you ask me,
it's meant to be.

I want nothing more
than you at my door,
each and every night.

Darling, you have no idea the beauty you portray
while you stand there in the snow during the day.
Oh, it's wonderful - the way I feel,
when you wrap your arms so tight around me.

Fate has brought us here,
so the answer's pure and clear.
You are everything I want;
everything I need,
and laying with you in this field of snow,
I think, and I know,
that I never want to let you go.

Oh, won't you stay with me?
Won't you lay with me?
I love you so, and so fate it must be.

Sarah Gammon ©
16/12/06

Inspired by Romeo and Juliet, and the wonderful winter.
Thanks for reading. -xxx-.