Stolen warmth
from whispers
in the night
lasts into
daybreak showers.
Frozen grounds
melt into
wonderland;
I lie beneath
willow bowers.
Come as you are
to me,
beautifully
forlorn
I await your
power.
I am sometimes
a fool
of your words,
but always I
remain, your lover.
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