Frozen are the thorns of love.

Leave rose petals,

Left behind are the hidden secrets,

Unseen from the audience.

Love language is the signature of our hearts.

Golden is the story written in the passage of time.

Pocket watches tell the history, centuries of passion.

Train tracks travel through the corridors of love.

Rose petals are left behind our dance steps.

Champagne glasses of bubbly,

Wishes are in hibernation of the forest.

Walk me through the pine trees.

Cut one down with a chocolate kiss.

Frozen are the thorns of love.

Under rose petals,

You slide closer,

Build me a snowman.

My heart melts near the fire.

One kiss, there is only one dance in wintery love.

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