Piece 6
It is winter...
The morning takes a while to turn itself on
and I,
twisted on her existence,
do not let go the will
to stay at the slow desire
to live forever at her side.
At the window, the wind, the drizzle,
the grey clouds arriving and departing
and I, enchanted with her body in my arms,
her serene face expressing the sleep of the awake.
It is winter outside...
It is summer in my heart.
This is probably my favorite...it just paints a really perfect picture in my head. Winter time outside, cold, snowy...but I am inside where love heats up the house. Oh and there needs to be a fireplace going strong! Very nice
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