Outside the snow is falling
Like a velvet white blanket on the ground.
The trees proudly stand against the weight
of the new virgin snow.
Moonlight glitters upon the tiny flakes.
Inside the fire is burning
Embers red glow of the roaring fire.
The voice of the crackling logs seem to whisper.
The heat of the flames
Outdone only by we two alone.
As I sit by the fire with you by my side
Neither utters a word to one another.
But speaking volumes with our eyes.
My life could end right now
And I would have loved a lifetime.
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