My dearest,

HastyLT

The days are short, darkness comes early

A shivering cold bites through my body

I trudge on, moving towards the lights

Of the tree with a bell on top

I yearn to see your face

And hear you say my name again

But until that day, i hold your memory

In my heart

 

Love,

 

Your SO

  • Author: HastyLT (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 14th, 2021 20:29
  • Category: Unclassified
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