I missed you yesterday, felt a longing for your touch,
to feel you brush against my skin, welcoming goose bumps.
I wonder where you are now?
Who’s receiving all your splendour? Do they appreciate you, like me,
would they miss you in the Summer sun?
I miss you every day, even when the sunlight brings me joy.
I know my time with her is short lived, I should be thankful and I am,
it’s just that no one can compare to you,
My darling, Winter love.
~The H Word~ by Hazel Urquhart 
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