Shimmering white as snow,

A love that yearns to speak;

Whispering sweet stories

Feeling completely weak.

Eyes that pierce the soul,

Capable of shattering any heart;

I feel cold, but roses bring me near,

Hoping that she will never depart.

Her soul and mine become one,

As Death rides away in a cloud of mist;

My soul is complete,

I bring her close and give her a kiss.

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