Amidst the winter's chill and cold embrace,
I long for thee, my love, to see thy face.
The snow outside doth glisten in the light,
But in my heart, a flame doth burn so bright.
Oh, how I miss thy gentle touch and kiss,
Thy voice that soothes my soul with sweet bliss.
Thou art the rose that blooms in winter's blight,
The warmth that fills my heart on coldest night.
The memories of our love doth fill my mind,
Like a book that's read a thousand times.
I close my eyes and see thy face so clear,
Thy eyes that shine like stars, so bright and dear.
In every moment, I feel thy presence near,
As if thou art with me, though thou art not here.
I yearn for thee, my love, like a desert for rain,
My heart aches with longing, it's hard to explain.
Until that day, I'll hold thy memory close,
Like a precious gem that nobody knows.
I'll keep our love alive in my heart and soul,
And wait for the day when we'll be whole.
A rose in winter, that's what thou art,
A symbol of hope that's close to my heart.
In this vintage poem of love and longing,
I pour my heart out, my love, never-ending.
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