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January 26 I miss the warmth of you on winter’s night. The cold, like loneliness, sends shivers up my spine. Winter winds mock me as I write. Embrace me in the night. Whisper that “The ice is now all mine.” The chills and cold are but a sign – All that I might feel tonight Without your love to give me warmth and light. And yet, though all the wind and cold, I hear your sweet and gentle voice Telling me your love is my stronghold, I must be brave, I must be bold, For even now I have a choice Spring promises we shall rejoice Your love, like petals shall unfold – Mine to touch and love and hold |
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