Winter
The snow fell lightly on the already blanketed street
I tell her the cold winter air is stealing my body's heat
And I pull her close to me, embracing her beauty and her warmth
We stand as one in the middle of the dark and silent road
She looks up at me, and I tell her I was never cold
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