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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required My hands are wrapped around a warm cup of coffee, warmth from the fire fills the room I glance out the window and see you through the window laced with frost Flecked with snow, your fingers brush away each flake With your breath, you breathe warmth and life into each vine I sit and watch you, around me the books we have read, lost in the dreams we made Then spring comes and our mornings are spent in yawning conversation Your fingers are dancing across the vines, each new leaf a wonder The vines are reaching above us, searching out the warmth of the sun In the warmth of the summer days we lay under an umbrella of velvet green leaves In the vines above us, we see our reflection in the leaves, wrapped in each others arms You lay your head on my shoulder, the scent of roses moves through the air Roses are in full bloom all around us, and the moist green earth beneath It is a brisk autumn night, the roses have now closed The vines are quiet now, dormant but bathing in the full moonlight The smell of the fireplace fills my head, crackling sounds fill the room Your voice is my music, music of love, we feel reborn as we go on our journey of firsts Now the days are long and gray as we spend the days watching from warm windows Our rose garden sleeps now in wait of the warm sun to come You sit by the fireplace and feel the warmth of my hand on yours We sit there quietly, my arms around you, we talk and dream of springs to come
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