
Your beauty!
To look into your eyes, like darkened glass. The fire inside, a warmth not dampened by the cold white light.
My breath will not come as you lean over me. I cannot breathe, and find that I don’t need to.
That it should end this way, I could not be happier. I always did want to meet a polar bear.
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