I felt it shelter to speak to you.

Dwell in possibility.

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all.

The worm doth woo the mortal, death claims a living bride,
Night unto day is married, morn unto eventide,
Earth a merry damsel, and heaven a knight so true,
And Earth is quite coquettish, and beseemeth in vain to sue.

Girl when the nights cold I'm warm holding the fact
That I got you holding my back
With my feelings stealing the blue of the sky leaving them grey
Girl you the sun to brighten up my day
When it seem like the hill to steep and my vision getting blurry
Call on you my dove be there in a hurry
When all is gone wrong and I can't go on you my angel immortalised in song baby forever

The ideal friendship is to feel as one while remaining two.