Like the Daffodill that survives the harshest of winters, is how my love has survived for you... |
When your laughter reaches my ears, it assuages all of my insecurities and fears. |
With a mere glance in your direction I can see, that to my locked heart you hold the key. |
They say the eyes are the windows to the soul and I have lost myself in yours... |
As I lay tired upon my bed, nothing but thoughts of you run through my head.... |