With every cold breath,
With every small wish.
Every walk, every hug,
Every simple, soft kiss.

With every snowflake,
Under the midnight moon.
I’ll hear your voice from miles away.
I’ll be with you soon.

And with every drop, of frozen rain,
And while the world looks so perfect.
Remember, I’ll be with you again.
And let winter become our subject.

© 2010 The Still Air

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