Midnight flickers on the tip,
Of a candlewick lit.
With sparks of light flashing,
To enhance the romance of it.
And suddenly a glow surrounds,
Bestowing a flood of warmth that comes.
As a chilling wind whips,
The cool and brisk air...
Two inside cuddled in a sharing,
Ignore without a care as they stay focused.
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