Pretty Snowflake


Was filled with hatred from a broken heart,
not crying and being a true soldier.
With that feeling my world had fell apart,
in my head everything was over.
As life was over light started to shine,
from the love of the flake that touched my face.
I calmed down feeling weird on the inside,
as love had touched me in the perfect place.
My heart was touched as once more loved again,
because i was hit by a simple kiss.
I then had felt like a completed man,
as i had been obliviously hit.
By love arrows not once but had been twice,
pretty snowflake your soon to be my wife.

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