If our breath could convalesce
And condense in the morning air
As we breath frosty rings
Onto the clear sky.
Oh, my darling,
To be close enough to feel
Your warm breath before the air
And the nature got to it,
Turned it cold,
I would feel like the new spring leaves,
Chilled to my core.
But still green.
With the promise of warmer air.
If your breath passed my cheek.
Oh, darling.
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