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

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