Let me take photos of your life, where each moment is a memory, preserved behind this glass lens.
Disappear with me into the folds of tomorrow, where the blanket that has fallen to your legs is lifted to cover your shoulders.
Taste this sweet air passing over my tongue, flecks of snow falling lightly from a single cloud on a summers day.
Let my shadow keep me company as I wait in our bedroom for your footsteps in the hall.
Where each passing glance is a whisper, old music plays on in my mind.
We decorate our Christmas tree with buttons, as echos in the valley call our name.
I've never had to wait for you to love me.
What a beautiful thing to say.
Disappear with me into the folds of tomorrow, where the blanket that has fallen to your legs is lifted to cover your shoulders.
Taste this sweet air passing over my tongue, flecks of snow falling lightly from a single cloud on a summers day.
Let my shadow keep me company as I wait in our bedroom for your footsteps in the hall.
Where each passing glance is a whisper, old music plays on in my mind.
We decorate our Christmas tree with buttons, as echos in the valley call our name.
I've never had to wait for you to love me.
What a beautiful thing to say.
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