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All that could be
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Christa Seemingly simple
Snow,
Each flake falling
Gliding as if their own plane
Each so different
Yet the same,
Gently giving me a quilt
Wraping me up and chasing
Always chasing away the sorrows.
Each bell chime
I know,
It's her my body cries
It has to be her
Yet inside I fear it's not
For on the inside
I know,
I know that it can't be
For once now and always
Her and me
Me and her
I long on these days for her
Side by side
Cocoa in hand
Hand in hand
Gently merging to one
One being of greater strength
One more than what one can be alone
Deeper in spirit and hope than others
Yet weaker alone than most
Fear gripping
As one hour passes to the next
What will she be like when she gets home?
Would her day have been bad or good
No one knows.
For once I must say
She is my rose
A blooming flower that has since
Bloomed for me
Blossomed into all that could be.
