In deep midwinter, snow beats against the windows, the storm rages and the winds howl in the night.
With passion I hold you closer,
your lips on mine, I feel the contours of your face.
I want to love you more than yesterday and pour love like wine through your heart.
Michael Cochrane ©️ 2026
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