My favorite place is not walking the beach
or watching the stars shine in the midnight sky.
It’s not going to the Friday night hop and drop
or eating Grandma’s famous pecan pie.

Although to Hawaii I’d love to travel,
or take a safari down an African river.
Those all I’m sure are wondrous places,
but do not create a whole body shiver.

A roaring fire in the dead of winter,
with steaming cups of hot spiced cocoa.
Sounds real nice but, it’s not there either,
not even floating on the Orinoco.

My favorite place in the whole universe,
is curled up beside your long, tall frame.
Right here wrapped within your loving warmth,
safe and sound in your arms again.