Whispers falling like the snow that catches in your hair;
Brown tufts stick out from underneath your worn old hat.
You're so stubborn when it comes to keeping that thing around,
Like me.
Your unbreakable gaze holds me fast;
Like a statue, frozen, I wait, helpless.
Until you crack that smile,
That adorable, heart-stopping, genuine smile,
The one that lets me know
You are happy.
Truly.
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