We can see our breath my love, in the quiet of winter and the snow
makes it so much easier to see at night, moonlight glistening
walking in the snow with only the crunching of our feet.
In the light I can only see you, as the ice plays
with our reflections, pine needles
in our lens, and we smile
do you know,
how much I love you?
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