These bees and my recipes

By bees

winter ale

as the winter winds litter london with lonely hearts,
the warmth in your eyes, swept me into your arms,
was it love, or-fear-of-the-cold, that led us through the night?
for every kiss, your beauty trumped my doubt

and my head told my heart,
let love grow
but my heart told my head,
this time no, this time no.

winter winds: mumford & sons



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