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On the tenth day of the final, wintry month,

     a drizzle of snow coming in with the blowing wind,

        layering the landscape in a beautiful blanket of cold, white crystals,

     a fire was lit,

        providing for the duo the warmth sought by their chilled souls.

For it is desired, this warmth beyond that of physical need,

     warmth that permeates every inch of spirit and mind;

        the flame is not one of new origin,

          but rather old kindling lit anew under the tidings

        of holiday love and cheer.

The duo embraces amidst the twinkling snowflakes,

     a warm kiss exchanged between their sweetly soft lips

        —a first for either of them; a magical moment for the ages—

        as they make their way toward the December playground.

Clutching handfuls of snow,

     soft as powder, as cold as the final layer of Inferno,

        snowballs are formed between two hands,

          jettisoned towards the other, accompanied by giggles of humor, joy, love.

The frost overpowering,

     the two seek warmth by fireside,

        sipping hot cocoa from oversized mugs,

     the boy reading aloud to the girl short stories beside the dim firelight.

A shimmer in her eyes;

     the duo close their respective eyes,

        the world around them plummeted into darkness,

     as they move in close, another warm kiss to connect them.

        Warm love accompanying the warm fire;

     this is bliss—Heaven on Earth, the boy thinks,

          a smile dawning upon his coughing face.

This shimmer has been seen before,

     many a time in the years’ past;

        it is the glow seen when their love was first proclaimed,

     that eternal happiness radiating freely—

        an invisible rope, binding the duo together unto the fringes of eternity,

     their cries of joy and ecstasy echoing throughout the annals of time,

            echoes which return with tidings of good deeds to come.

For this is love,

     one which far surpasses that of any other human male and female;

        this is a love which others would die for,

     which many spend lifetimes seeking,

           only to be greeted with icy disappointment,

        an abysmal failure of connectivity.

This love is one which I,

     your Faithful Narrator and Loving Companion,

        will fight and, if required, die for—

     it is one previously unknown until three years ago,

        and, upon the discovery of the true depths of such an emotion,

           it has become one which I will willingly pursue, seek out,

     and render myself away unto dust with the aid of time.

It is this feeling which revolves our planet around its axis;

     for without it, what are we other than senseless,

                   primal beasts?

It is more binding than the strongest adhesive man can create,

     more infinite than the boundaries of the cosmos;

        love is life,

     and my life is dedicated to this love.

        This love which I hold top priority in my heart,

           and be damned those who daresay anything to the contrary—

     I have found what others desire.

        What can you say for yourself?



I love you.

     Eternally.

Until the skies fade unto black,

     the stars erased from above our heads,

        their absence screaming aloud the death of passion

     and the dawn of a hopeless, bleak future.

However, until that fateful day rears its horrible face,

     I shall continue along this path I trudge,

        my heart beating for one purpose other than my continued existence:

     the desire of it beating in perfect unison with yours,

        once more,

     and into the years upon years that lie on our horizon.

                      You complete me.

                             Thank you.

                             For always.