golden glitter.

If I were a flower growing wild and free
All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee.

If you were the wood, I'd be the fire.
If you were the love, I'd be the desire.

If I were a tree growing tall and green
All I'd want is you to shade me and be my leaves

If you were the winter, I know I'd be the snow
Just as long as you were with me, when the cold winds blow.