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Though it is cold outside

No fire warms me like when you touch my chest

You've wrapped your fingers around my heart

Your eyes disarm me when I'm pissed

You are always there when I am lost

And help me find my way back home

There's nothing that I can do or say

To prove that I'll always feel this way

I may not be good with my words

But I promise you I love you more than this world

You are the utopia I've been dreaming of

The sun is not as dark as it used to be

Ever since I first saw you