Sitting here on the sofa,
Protected from the storm
I wrap my arms around you.
Your body is soft and warm.
The fireplace is glowing.
The music is soft and low.
I look into your eyes, and
The love begins to grow.
As we are kissing each other
And holding each other so tight,
I know that soon
We must break our embrace
And tell each other goodnight.
Feb. 13, 1978
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