The winter cold.

It comes once in while,
And you'd walk more than a mile.

To escape...

This isn't like fun,
I want to run.

Far, far away,
Where this cold in mu heart can't stay.

I want to run to you,
You, who knew.

What I needed...

It wasn't much,
But it was such.

A relief,
To achieve...

A single fire in my heart,
Enlightened by a single girl.

Who has made a home within me,
And she shall see...

That she will be loved through every winter cold.

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