Frozen Memories with Hannah
I had a romantic winter with Hannah.
The warmth of her presence felt really cozy.
Like an ice vacuum sheltering sunny Fontana.
Each wintry split second with her felt rosy.
Her soft spoken voice kept corroding my world.
It kept my frozen body covered and walled.
Our stay together was a real permafrost.
It did birth memories that will never be lost.
The frost of our romantic adventure was sweet.
It re-echoes every passing moment like a tweet.
Our frosted experience remains indelible.
To say the least, Hannah is adorable!
My memories with her remain frozen with time,
all of which I have penned down as a love rhyme.
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A Romantic Winter
In my cozy room, by the calm,
gentle and romantic feel of the
fireplace, I relish greater warmth with Hannah's delightful presence in the advent season.
Together we spent a vacation in my
own winter inn, designed specially as a magnificent winter palace by both of our worlds subsumed into one.
Where we had our seasonal picturesque warmth from the frozen salt and solid water that adorn the wintry landscape for a Yuletide's sleigh ride.
We lit our candles to extend the limited daylight, reminiscent of a romantic wintry night.
Our small winter palace rendered the much needed shelter in the ice storms caused by freezing rain.
A little distant from our warm and refreshing
fireplace is our lavishly decorated Christmas cedar, which I had hewn down from the reindeer's freezing habitation, which had become slightly devoid of plant life sprouting from wintry plains.
In the warmth of our cottage, we enjoyed a romantically created heaven of some sort, where we remained to evade the developing blizzards that typically characterize the exciting season.
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