Winter Bloom

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We met amidst the ice and snow,

Her hair with a golden glow.

She was white linen with red hues

And wore a smile to chase out the blues.

T'was when I was in gloom

When she came, like winter bloom.


Our arms entangled close together,

We breathed the warmth of the cold.

I even became too bold

To say winter was warmer than summer.

But nights were far brighter than days,

And I was a nightingale so out of place.


She was like winter bloom

When she lighted up my room,

And sent little perfumed flowers

And sweet carefree laughters.

Oh she was a very special being,

So neither of us noticed t'was nearly spring.


She was strong unlike other winter blooms,

That perish just as Persephone looms

To take her place with grace

Upon the earth's verdant dais.

But here I am, again in gloom,

For still, she was still, like a winter bloom. 



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