by Kennedy Bleu
Baby it's cold outside
Shivering timbers
And freezing temperatures
With bliss memories
The snowfall hide
Baby it's cold outside
Never such a blizzard before
Let's cuddle a little more
Take the blanket, open wide
Baby it's cold outside
My sister will be suspicious
Man, your lips look so delicious.
Emotions more than implied
Baby it's cold outside
There's bound to be talk tomorrow
Of me and my new found beau
Life with you is a wild ride
Box full of love.
Not all of my love for you will fit in this box,
but here are a few lines.
So I sit here and try to be cunning as a fox,
but on my thoughts the world dines.
So this is my box full of love.
Not labeled and no name engraved,
but on the bottom faded green.
So that last line makes sense to none,
but the person whose favorite will know what I mean.
Just filling out this box full of love.
Not thinking of how your beautiful,
but you can't see that when the day meets the night.
So my words are hintful,
but the comparison I just made isn't right.
Then again what's a box full of love?
If not filled with love past.