you are the red to my wine;

you are the red to my wine
the breeze to my summer nights
and the sun of my brightest afternoons.
like iced tea, we go hand in hand

in the cold of winter
you and i fall downward
dancing a fairy tale dream
as snowflakes raining from the sky.

we are but two individuals
alone, although together
even in the bustling mall
in the frenzy of holiday shopping.

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