Hearts Composer
Bittersweet was the cold month of February
Couldn't help but wonder if my sweetheart was imaginary
Perhaps I made him up through dreams in my mind
Through the cold snow I've lost sight of him with no tracks to follow or find
Yet, with the sun shining brightly I somehow feel closer
He ignites my inner flame and for my heart's song he's the composer
I'd patiently wait an eternity with my heart frozen until he melts the ice
For love knows not time nor distance and the wait is well worth the sacrifice
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