02-16-2008, 02:51 AM
Snow of course.
A change in the eye of the beholder,
makes no difference in the eye of this lover.
He is Eros and sweet and always far from colder,
A kiss from his lips is but a cover.
He is the son of a goddess and all love her,
for he always wishes he could find another.
(I might have given it away if you know a lot about gods.)
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