Plaid tennis shoes kicking up snowflakes

under a blanket of song.

Two eyes locked with hearts dancing –

whispers echoing “I belong;

right here in your arms” –

grey whiskers, twinkling wrinkles –

we’re caught in time.

Treasure is found as all disappears,

we’re just warming up…

guarding with a passion what’s mine.

Though our wheels turn in different directions,

our hearts exist on the same Rod

Freedom is belonging to you, Sweetheart,

balanced between heaven and earth;

sealed with the promise of God.