As the last snowflake falls and I take a glimpse into your sweet eyes,
I close my eye and melt.
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Roses and Thorns
PoetryAn assortment of poems about love, heartache, and finding your way back. (Still a work in progress) -Would adore any feedback
Sweet winter
As the last snowflake falls and I take a glimpse into your sweet eyes,
I close my eye and melt.