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White winter,

I miss my beloved,

Yet will never offend her.

She's busy,

Although I can feel,

She too must be missing me.

It is cold,

As the clouded sun,

Strives to spread some warmth around.

Time is rare,

And true lovers do,

Know the worth of each moment.

She's busy,

That much I do know,

Though I did wait all night long.

Let the sun,

Shine the light of love,

Which it took from me, on her.

And let her,

Feel and replenish,

Her love and fondness for me.

She and I,

Are one soul and whole,

And our bodies are at peace.

Her true love,

Matches mine fully,

And makes our lives blessed by God.

Flowers smile,

As I stroll outside,

Just thinking about our love.

I don't care,

For the falsehood,

With which this world envies us.

Our true love,

Is far greater than,

All the sagas and legends.