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.