Waking up to a snow colored room,
I can feel the cold running its way through my body,
Just when I started searching for warmth,
His arms came around and held me tight.
Fresh morning faces with tired eyes,
He kisses me,
We outline each other’s faces with our fingertips,
Lying in bed for hours seemed like a moment,
Exchanging very little words, only smiles
and glances,
Held captive by the pillows and sheets,
The only moving we do is towards each other.
Morning kisses become routine,
But still brings a bit of surprisal,
He once again gave me butterflies,
And once again he gave me a grin.
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