A blanket by the fireside,
And socks adorning feet,
Rain pouring in sheets outside,
And so our eyes will meet.
This wall keeping the fire dry,
From being ended by the rain,
This wall between us too high,
Only hesitance remains.
You told me once that you love to read,
So can't you read my fretful eyes,
I've never had courage to breed,
My hopes for you- into my guise.
So tell me what it means when you,
Clench a fist with your graceful hands,
It makes me think you like me too,
I read too much into your stance.
Then finally, you look down at me,
And I feel my breath collapse,
Your hand somehow entwines with mine,
Our fingers fit perfectly in the others gaps.
