By Charles Robert Lindholm
A little forest cabin
Just off the beaten trail
It’s nothing grand or fancy
But it’s me in each detail
Sitting by the fire
With a blanket and some tea
Waiting, simply waiting
For love to sit with me
Outside a snowstorm’s raging
In a world of bitter cold
Lonely hearts still hungry
Crave the glitter and the gold
Waiting, simply waiting
Lonely, fed and warm
‘Til the one who’s wanting true love
Seeks refuge from the storm
Copyright © 2017 Charles Robert Lindholm – All Rights Reserved
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