He Was My Paradise

He was warm like summer; bright, adventurous.
I was cold like winter; icy, desolate.
His kisses were what defrosted my cold heart and brought
flowers to bloom like spring.
His laugh cured my iciness and brought butterfly's
to flutter all around us.
His smile was what made me fall in love with him.
Till this day he claims that winter was always his favorite season
and always will be.

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