SNOW
"Love, like poetry, knows no barriers, no
boundaries ... for all things are possible."
Quote by _Constance
I have a love that is deep,
and he likes to dance and leap;
his hair is white falling snow,
when I hear him- I let go;
and to him I surrender,
his caresses so tender;
with long frozen fingers cold,
his snow arms wrap and enfold.
I have loved him forever,
but this fancy is never,
unless I become snow too,
oh, could magic become true !
I look at his tortured face,
his cold lips I kiss and trace.
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