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the winter of my eventual demise

when harmless breezes changed the skies 

and she came in the swimming path of the moon

and promised warmth would be coming soon 

then undressed abruptly out of summer's disguise

i danced in the snow, when it was still pure white

i sat by the fire with her, all night

when morning's winds howled at the door

i thought it was my lover, coming back for more 

but that visitor only extinguished all the lights

if i could i would move to warmer climates

maybe a tropic jungle full of primates

maybe even the desert with red hot sands

maybe even an ocean shore full of white pearl strands

maybe i would go to a place with no cold state

i will not stop and will not relent

and will not reveal my earnest intent

if winter knew i was letting her go

she would make me regret that decision so

and show me views that would cause me to prevent

my final decision to leave her in the end...

this is why i have been in the north for so many years, 

this is how it has always been, with all my lovers.

x.