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A poem about two people in December. |
| It is a December night. Two teenagers meet under the moonlight. Jacob: I love you more than you could know. Rosalie: I do know. You're my world, my all. Jacob: To you does my life owe. Rosalie: How does my name call? Jacob: It gives meaning. Rosalie: Just as you provide? Jacob: Yes, for on you love is leaning. Rosalie: With each other all time does is bide. Jacob: I give a kiss Rosalie: How wonderful it feels. Jacob: Soon midnight will cause me to miss. Rosalie: Do not worry, my world is that of flower petals. Jacob: It appears there is more to it. Rosalie: Snow, let's not get frost bit. |