She steps out the door
Into the new morning light.
Onto the freshly laid snow,
That had fallen during the night.

The whistle of the wind,
Putting a sharp chill in the air.
Blowing across her body,
And through her long brown hair.

She dint notice the snow,
Or the cold wind blowing into her face.
Her mind was wondering,
She was in a different place.

She is in a dream land.
Thoughts of being apart,
Memories of times whith him.
That warms her to the heart.

Feeling the warmth of his arms around her
Like from the sun above.
For she is a woman,
A Woman In Love.


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