A Winter Calendar

I can still trace my thoughts back to the look on your face when you said "there's no getting rid of me now." this sunlight captures your smile and whispers your name. and I'm shaking all over again. I remember all the times that I wonder where I would be "when will my time come, or when my time be up, and how will it find me?" Fallen to my knees Crying "how could this be? This innocence has crushed me." or would it find me waiting for sunrise, watching you sleep beside me, knowing nothing could take me away? I see that look in your eyes and I'm thinking "what have I done to deserve this?" Don't correct me if I'm wrong, I'd never make it through this if this weren't everything I am, everything I know.