How I miss those December meets
when the cold intensified the evenings;
your warm hand slipped into a colder mine
without an alert, none knew, all fine!
The rides were pleasant;
you almost slept on me!
I loved the traffic for the first time-
so chaotic and shiny,
yet delays didn't seem like fines!
You love chowmein, don't you?
I remember that.
The fries were too salty
but the coffee brought us closer:
I have always loved your smile!
This time, it pierced!
January came with You!
I am living in those days,
shan't leave again, perhaps:
more than poetry,
it is You who I long for now!
The tea at your place
was soothing and warm,
but not more than the moment
when your hand slipped into mine
and none did notice,
not a single passer-by!
when the cold intensified the evenings;
your warm hand slipped into a colder mine
without an alert, none knew, all fine!
The rides were pleasant;
you almost slept on me!
I loved the traffic for the first time-
so chaotic and shiny,
yet delays didn't seem like fines!
You love chowmein, don't you?
I remember that.
The fries were too salty
but the coffee brought us closer:
I have always loved your smile!
This time, it pierced!
January came with You!
I am living in those days,
shan't leave again, perhaps:
more than poetry,
it is You who I long for now!
The tea at your place
was soothing and warm,
but not more than the moment
when your hand slipped into mine
and none did notice,
not a single passer-by!
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