Trust me to care as I do.
The flowers are waiting to bloom.
Winter lingers here,
tired and cold.
As we wait for warmth,
we realize
this is romance:
the sighs and longing.
This heat burns
within my veins,
rising and flowing
like the sun’s rays.
will not
forsake us.

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