When the roses bloom and bees fly,
you'd confess your adoration.
Hands tight against my waist,
whispering sweet nothings,
music to my ears.
When the sun shines and children play,
you'd lean against my shoulders.
Telling stories of memories
we shared together.
When the leaves brown and fall,
you'd smile to my jokes.
Legs entangled underneath the blankets,
snores ricocheting off the walls.
When the snow starts to plummet,
so will we.
As a snowflake falls onto my tongue,
you'll shiver.
And when the snow finally melts,
we'll no longer be.
- 4.7.21
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