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Snow.

When I asked for you to fall,
you brought me blue skies,
clear as day, filled with an over
abundance of,

Sunshine.

When I welcomed you in,
you brought me a storm,
a weather of hurricanes,
as rage and intensity,
scared I hid,
in a den with a

Behr.

when I woke up next to you,
and roared frightened,
you roared frightened too,
neither of us prepared,
neither of us knowing what to do,
and so I left,
when Autumn came,
whispering to me of Winter,
and

Song.

but  I stumbled in the sudden,
blinding sunshine bright, snowstorm,
that roared in my ears, outside in the woods,
so brambled, I

turned around to see who dared to follow,
but there were only my footprints,
in the Autumn leaves.
I was alone. Again.

but I haven't forgotten you.
I know you read these words,
I haven't forgotten you.
This is about you too.

Valentine.

when I asked you brought me dance and candlelight,
and you

Adorable.

before I could ask you brought me dance and candlelight,
and

You.

for a brief moment of yesterday, You shall remain unnamed,
but on the keys, so lightly playing, I thought I heard You,
lightly playing a song of dance and candlelight,
You.

but, as they say, ever popular, ever wise,
Winter is coming, and I am looking for Song,
off the printed page...

and I must go,
where the snow falls for me,
the sunshine warms me,
the behr's hold me,

but you, until that winter day comes,
keep lightly playing,
a song of dance and candlelight,

while I wait for the snow to fall,
somewhere, softly,
in my heart, a prayer for Song.