Melting

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And when he rode out on his horse
there was a cold wind blowing from the east
He saw a figure in the distance
He rode closer
And there he found a frozen girl
with her ice tears still on her cheeks
It was his own girl, his wild rose

He took her
And let her melt in his arms
Warmed her with the fire of true love in his heart
And he carried her
all the way back to her house of poetry
And there he gently brought her inside
And said: ‘Continue to write, my love
For your poems will melt the world’

©RoseGirl2018

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