If paper shattered
Like my defenses near you
Love notes would snow down
These verbal snowflakes
Redolent with my longing
Prosper by your grace
Syracuse gave you
Golden eyes and sable hair
So I may wonder
Each single kiss shared
Too dear to leave unnumbered
Relived in my sleep
This paper can't say
Nor pen convey my ardor
Let the snow begin
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