Like summer dew,
Or winter frost.
It's something found,
And never lost.
This memory lasts
Through all time,
It's something that
You can't define.
To find this treasure,
One must seek,
Through the years,
With patience meek.
At once it's found,
He won't let go.
Oh how his love
Will overflow.
O're clouds of sun,
And darkest night,
They'll never wane,
his wings of flight.
Through storms of rage,
And dreams so rare,
They'll always have
This kiss to share.
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