Walk with me, walk with me, talk with me talk with me. But will you stay with me? When it snows and winter comes may we walk the fields of white with child-like wonder? And when it rains will we find shelter together? If this is a dream I would rather wake up now. Because love is not simply another form of bliss. Love is something that creeps up on you like a thief in the night and it steals your heart and soul. It is worth more than silver and gold but to keep such a treasure one must be willing to protect it at any measure. For when we love it is no longer about one heart or any amount of honeyed words but a commitment which could be seen as either a blessing or a curse.