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I have a deep true love and bond with winters cold,
born among snowflakes filigree;
though, I adore all seasons that unfold,
it is me-  who holds my life's master key. 
I just love spring and all her pretty colours bright,
and like autumn for leaves set free;
oh, so many kinds of love that delight,
born among snowflakes filigree. 
Oh, this journey is short and I dream of it each night,
it is me-  who holds my life's master key; 
though not easy . . . for living is an endless fight,
just keeping love found is my plea.

I loved my wonderous parents a millionfold,
born among snowflakes filigree;
though, they rest in a cemetery old,
and it is me-  who holds my life's master key. 
God has blessed me with love pure gold,
and grandma's love I will ever hold;
treasured my sister and childhood pony,
my brother's bravery and grandpa's tea.

I felt passion, desire, yearning and romance,
true love was my reality;
so, on marriage we took a chance,
and holding our baby was just a glance.
Born among snowflakes filigree,
now, love waves from Heavens threshold;
and it is me-  who holds my life's master key. 

I also have an unconditional love for friends and pets,
the key . . .  is love with kindness like a jewel;
it is devotion, endearment that has no regrets,
love is never resentful, arrogant or cruel.
Born among snowflakes filigree,
with God's love shining in all my sunrises and sunsets,
and it is me-   who holds my life's key;
so, take a chance as this life has no "love" guarantee.

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August 21, 2022


Poetry/Ballad/Born Among Snowflakes Filigree
Copyright Protected, ID 08-1482-523-21
All Rights Reserved, 2022, Constance La France

Written for the Standard contest, The Meaning of Love
sponsor, Anoucheka Gangabissoon, Judged 08/27/2022

Third Place

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