You calling me your sun everytime,
when smile appears on my face.
You calling me your moon
all of those grey and gloomy days,
especially if I being sad.
My hands are piercingly cold
most part of the year, I heard it`s bad.
So I`ll warm up your frosty winter
mornings with my ardent lips, in bed
I'll softly kiss your frozen cheeks
while you sleeping at night stone-faced.
17.12.2018
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