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On the cherry wood floors

We'd stare into the flames

I recall the scent of winter

your lips I, just the same



Window to our mornings;

fastened tightly in my arms

The blinds divided sunrise

Passion smothered the alarm



Without a living moment

unless working otherwise

The view was never dull, Dear

when gazing through your eyes



But, now this is my bus bench

Yes, I'm just another fool

to think- winter lasts forever

Still, I'm deeply missing you



and, now it's into autumn

nearing closer to the days

the memory of lovers

thats never been erased