Ice Caves of My Heart
By: Wayne Brown
I pour the brandy over icy rocks in a crystal glass
Light a Cuban cigar and ponder ancient love past
It’s a little lonely here with all my crushed parts
Waiting ever patiently n the ice caves of my heart
The cigar smoke swirls up to the spinning fan blade paddle
The brandy swirls over the ice cubes that start their rattle
I think of better days when we were never much apart
Not like in these cold and lonely ice caves of my heart
Do you ever miss my warmth when winter winds chill?
You probably do but would never admit it of free will
I miss your touch, your sweet caress, the loving little parts
Nothing here but the lonely in the ice caves of my heart
We were never quite right; in the end we never match
No matter how hard I tried, you love I could not catch
But your memory lingers longer, every single little part
On the walls of my mind in the lonely ice caves of my heart
I keep looking out and hoping to see your hurried return
Those times we had, those salad days for now which I yearn
But reality tells me to forget it; no plan should I impart
I’m left here permanently in the lonely ice caves of my heart
For you, I hope for all the best; a love that’s straight ’n true
Sometimes I pray that if you find it that I will find it too
But until that miracle comes and once again I can start
I’ll be waiting her for you in the lonely ice caves of my heart
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