The first snow falls quietly from the stars,
and the sight warms my heart.
Moving away from the window I watch you
watching our fire.
A few pieces of Heaven have fallen to Earth and touched my world.
The first snow falls quietly from the stars,
and the sight warms my heart.
Moving away from the window I watch you
watching our fire.
A few pieces of Heaven have fallen to Earth and touched my world.
chimerawrites 