Came to me on freezing day.
When snow did kiss my nose.
As the summer sun.
She rose, we chose.

To write sweet reams of poetry.
Never a truer endeavour met.
And yet.
The drizzle washed away.
Our final fatal fantasy.


Pleading not.
Never would.
Believe in thee.
Have faith in the power of good.

Come unto me,
As Christmas gift.
Bring back past in present.
Perchance.
A bringer of such presence lost.

My mouth will speak such sweet words.
And my tongue she shall untangle!
By ladylivvi1

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