Frigid, icy shudders

Heart so close to dead

Yet with her hand my chest it beats

Warm skin against frostbitten lips

A summer kiss to dull my winter sorrow

Her laugh could make the flowers bloom and birds sing

When she smiles my world shatters

She is my eternity

And I am her prince.

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