Super Snow Moon

Sitting under the super snow moon,

with you,

sneaking glances and kisses,

whispering our wishes,

in case the stars can hear our secrets,

fingers intertwined,

as I lean into your embrace,

wondering how long I can hope to have you,

and if this is what the world meant,

when they said that love was magic.


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