Warmth and Snow

Pure white as snow; cold to touch yet mesmerizing.
Each touch burns me to want this to ignite.
And yet, all these are just fleeting like the season.
To know how it is like, when will it be?
For myself to drown and get up each time,
with you, a stranger first to now a mate;
for this long, long wait, I finally know the reason.

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