For Laughter

Winter is coming, my dearest one.
Spring is in your eyes.
Wild storms will wrap us beneath the sun,
Your soul with warm lies.

Winter is icing us all over;
Your smile cracks in two.
January needs not a lover;
For laughter, has you.

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