with you

on a cold morning like this, I want to be warm with you, resting in bed, warm with you, that new first feeling of our first touch, when sparks flew, to you're never too much, when you kissed the top of my head, as I fell asleep into your arms, our future is bright, but oh how it radiates a heavenly charm, doing things we've never done without any alarm, to our last dying breath, laying side by side, unearthed, I want our bodies to lay next to each other, underneath all of the weather, when I'm holding you, cold with you