A little wintertime romance for all you lonely readers out there...
You're the perfect
Progression of chords.
In a way that our notes
Harmonize, parallel.
With each thought that
Enters and exits my mind.
It's the same feeling I get,
When watching the snowfall
From the warmth of inside.
As I press my hand to the glass
And feel the frigid warmth.
You wisp me up and break
Me back down in
Muted, beautiful silence.
Then you pluck again
The strings that drive
My soul and I know
The happy ending is
You.
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