Por Siempre.

We tread through the snow,

Hand in hand,

Bubbles of love erupt from my heart,

Turning towards my love.

I trace the delicate shape of their lips,

Smiling oh so slightly.

'Por siempre', I say.

She never saw me again.

We tread through the fresh snow,

Hand in hand,

Bubbles of love erupt form my heart.

Turning towards my love,

I trace the delicate shape of their lips,

Smiling oh so slightly.

'Por siempre', I say.

She never saw me again.

The End

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