Till moons stop shinning
And suns stop rising
Till rivers stop flowing
And lakes stop going
Till rocks start dancing
And butterflies start singing
Till birds start rapping
And mice start shouting
Till roses stop growing
And fireflies stop glowing
Till the earth stops spinning
And my hearts stops beating
That's when I will stop loving
**YOU

Sometimes I used to wonder what it would be like for any of the four seasons to inter cross

What would happen if leaves were coated in white but breeze was just hot and musky

What would happen if the blooming flowers met the hot sun

And what would happened if summer met winter..

I realize it is not a good idea...for the warm and cold to hold hands

I realize its hardly right for frost bite to meet heat wave

And I realize it is impossible

You were the winter to my summer

You were the frost bite to my heat wave

You were the black ice to my sunshine

And even  when I saw the ice on the tips of your fingers

The cold in your eyes

I ignored the ice covering your soul