His Warmth

I thank you always sun and moon, but is his warmth that makes me move My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know My hands stay lingered in his palm, and trace the lines to write a song; For each line has read, " hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong And with four lips they form hello, for goodbye they'll never know I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown For each line has read," hold on " that's why fingers clench so strong His eyes they whisper: you still do know, of how my love will always grow I love you more than can be known, and hopefully we'll find that's shown I thank you always sun and moon, but it's his warmth that makes me move...