Crisp winter wind howling at my frame,
Desolate chill shaking my body.
For a few seconds, an instant
When a rose is at the perfectious bloom,
All in the world is nothing,
And nothing is everything.
I hold you so close and you ask
Why it is I look at you the way I do.
I say “nothing,” but I mean everything.
I say “nothing” because
I sit and search for the perfect words,
But actions really do mean more
Than words ever could.......
That is why I should have kissed you.......
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