<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=561063" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Let Me Love Winter</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see winter<br>Forlorn and sincere<br>Lips the colour of dawning morning<br>Eyes like fog descending the horizon <br>With the shadow of a unknown figure in the middle<br>Her robes sweep over the crystallised grass<br>Her fingers make me think of birch<br>Her breath billows around her petal-like face<br>Her face I want to hold a candle to<br>But I fear she may drip and be gone<br>So I don't, I fear her fragility<br>Like a snowflake<br>Any heat may cause her to melt away from my eyes<br>I love her so<br>I wish her to escape her wondering mind<br>Her other-worldly gaze<br>The o of her lips letting out heavy steam<br>Impossible to love<br>Yet impossible to not<br>I want to caress your face<br>But I worry for you delicacy <br>Like powder I might smudge you<br>Yet they tell me you are carved from ice<br>But I don't believe them<br>You are a delicate thing, winter<br>Let me hold you and cradle you and let me sigh with you<br>Till I ‘am holding nothing but your soaking remains <br>And I shall stand there till I'm dry <br>Dry as bone<br>But cold as stone<br>Then I shall die to find you again in a place where you can be loved<br>Winter, oh, winter. <br>Let thou be loved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Guinevere+Eveleigh">Guinevere Eveleigh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=561063" data-title="Let Me Love Winter de Guinevere Eveleigh" data-description="I see winter Forlorn and sincere Lips the colour of dawning morning Eyes like fog descending the horizon With the shadow of a unknown figure in the middle Her robes sweep over the crystallised grass Her fingers make me think of birch Her breath b..."></div> </div> </div>

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