Winter gardens of ice maidens,
Frozen poetically on paper,
Like frost on willows,
Kissing the dew.
February's smile,
Her name of the season.
Given me reasons,
To write romantically.
Her love I cradle,
Within my very soul.
Effervescence of musk.
Aura of tranquility.
Flow now swiftly, my prose,
Before the ink dries.
Words from the well,
Of her sensuality.
Like snow her skin,
Silk of soft flesh
And crimson red hair.
Kisses of yew.
Valedictorian of her virginity,
On deliverance of desires,
We share our innocence.
Winter gardens of ice maidens.
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