You

I could write about
space
or night
or
the sunrise
or maybe even
the season
but
I choose you
because
you combine them all
twirling space around your finger
and laying under the night sky
when your smile
is brighter than the sunrise
and don't get me started
on how frozen lakes
got their colour from your eyes
or how the snow falls for you
or how the temperature
gets warmer around you
and icicles
melt in your presence
but none of this
could ever compare
or even come close to
you.

The End

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