Your smile is the sun on a winter morning,
warming frozen hearts that went speechless at dusk.
At night, the shivers run heavy over meeting-minds,
while we wait awake for a wake, or a peek at sunlight.
Maybe a week or so will pass before we rest again,
but those lips, like a beacon of bliss, shine contagiously,
thawing those stringent thoughts and quieting troubles.
warming frozen hearts that went speechless at dusk.
At night, the shivers run heavy over meeting-minds,
while we wait awake for a wake, or a peek at sunlight.
Maybe a week or so will pass before we rest again,
but those lips, like a beacon of bliss, shine contagiously,
thawing those stringent thoughts and quieting troubles.
To heat my heart and keep me moving as the winter turns dark.
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