The cold air whipping around the room freezes me
My breath appears and hangs in the air
Like icicles from a roof in the dead of winter
I cling to your warmth
Your soft voice coos in the morning
I feel your hot breath on my neck
“My sweet Rose,
How can you love me so?”
“I do not know.
I only know this
Your soft kiss
Your sweet eyes
Cannot tell me lies
I can see it in your soul
That you love me
And that makes me love you evermore.”
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About the Creator
Belle Simkins
I write poems and small stories that reflect my life and the past event of it. I also love to paint and draw with my puppy when I am free from the chaotic mess of life.
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