the winter wind is blowing now,
bringing you closer to me,somehow.
i remember your favorite colour was red,
the books,the gossip,the music,on which you fed.
the smile you blew,in the chilling cold,
gorgeous,beautiful and bold.
to meet your eyes,the perfect figure,
which when spoke,took all vigour.
i remember the touch of your arm,
simple,smooth and warm.
when you spoke to me,made music in my ears,
i never told anyone,lose you,i fear.
the winter wind is back now,
bringing you more closer,somehow,
poking me sharp and tight,
bringing back all memories of delight.
bringing you closer to me,somehow.
i remember your favorite colour was red,
the books,the gossip,the music,on which you fed.
the smile you blew,in the chilling cold,
gorgeous,beautiful and bold.
i remember you under the winter sky,
where the sun was always shy,to meet your eyes,the perfect figure,
which when spoke,took all vigour.
i remember the touch of your arm,
simple,smooth and warm.
when you spoke to me,made music in my ears,
i never told anyone,lose you,i fear.
the winter wind is back now,
bringing you more closer,somehow,
poking me sharp and tight,
bringing back all memories of delight.
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