You fill my moments,
With the warmth of your love.
The winds howl.
Snowy whalebacks drift the laneways.
Trees denuded of leaf and cloaked in snow.
Wooly sweaters? No.
A place close to the hearth? No.
Hot chocolate by the mug? No.
I long only for the warmth of your smile... alone!
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