Rosemarkie
To venture, in search of experiences new
To break the recital of every day life
Only you can drive me home, make me see
The 'permanence' I once longed for is here, and resides in you
Landscapes are as worthless as postcards, without you here
Green pastures are frozen with snow, without your arms wrapped around me
Every street I walk is prison, without your hand in mine
Writer/s: Clearer the Sky