She Is My Winter, She Is My Spring
In a cabin kissed by snowfall’s hush, I saw her cheeks bloom with a blush, As northern lights danced overhead, She smiled—and every cold fear fled.
By Mr AliPublished 9 months ago • 1 min read
She Is My Winter, She Is My Spring
She wore the dusk like velvet thread,
With maple leaves where angels tread,
And in her eyes, the boreal deep—
A love so vast, it stole my sleep.
She laughed, and rivers turned to song,
The kind that pulls your heart along,
Through forests rich with cedar dreams,
And starlit nights of whispered schemes.
She is my winter, fierce and kind,
And springtime thaw in heart and mind—
No compass turns when I am near,
For every road just leads me here.
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This is a powerful tribute to her. You’ve got a way with words, man—sounds like she’s got you wrapped around her finger.