1.
The sun on the face
the chill of a winter morn
a cup of steaming tea
a book.
Bliss incarnate.
2.
I burn like ice
I melt like dew
In the heat
of your touch
in the fire
of your love.
1.
The sun on the face
the chill of a winter morn
a cup of steaming tea
a book.
Bliss incarnate.
2.
I burn like ice
I melt like dew
In the heat
of your touch
in the fire
of your love.