I would look up and see the snow flakes in irregular shapes dwindling towards the cold ground.
He'd take my hand and in tangle it within his, and I'd catch his smile.
We'd laugh and joke, with our bellys jiggling.
The butterflies would never completely disappear.
I'd look out into the world and feel safe and content, and we'd keep walking along the road.
With no words to simple and no smiles too loud.
He'd wrap his arms around me and tilt his head towards mine.
A kiss so soft, and gentle, but full of passion and fire.
Our love could melt the snow. Our love could heal my heart. Could erase my past and let me start brand new.
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I haven't seen snowflakes in my entire life. And that's one of my dreams. I'm not sure if I want to live in the Northern Hemisphere because I really enjoy the climate here in the Pacific. But at least before I die I want to see and taste snowflakes falling on my head.
Its beautiful. Its actually one of my favorite things to see the first snow fall of winter. It makes you feel like a little kid.
Ahhh, that was really great. I hope to have a great love like that.
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