Sitting under the mistletoe,
Hand in hand,
Surrounded by snow.
I feel your heartbeat sounding,
Slow yet firm,
Emotions pounding.
The wind is cold against my skin,
But your soul is warm,
As to me, you are kin.
You rise up from the seat,
Hands around my waist,
This romance is elite.
Looking me in the eye, you say:
"I love you"
And my whole life is made.
Sitting under the mistletoe,
Hand in hand,
Looking back, such a long time ago...
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