Immortal

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We stand close together, so close that I can see the sparkle in your eyes.
They glisten like freshly fallen snow—pure, flawless, as if the stars themselves were speaking through them.
My cold breath paints your name across the winter sky.
I want to make it immortal, eternally up there between Cepheus and Cassiopeia.
Your name – forever whispered, etched onto my tongue.
The stars above us compete with you and the newly fallen snow in their brilliance.
The temperature is supposed to drop even further, but we don’t care.
Your arms wrap around me like a cozy, crackling fire.
You’re warm enough for both of us.-Jane