The April wind,
Feels more like February,
It chills us to the bone.
Now we sit near the crackling fire,
Sipping hot chocolate,
The two of us alone.
Sharing our thoughts and learning,
As the last of the embers keep burning,
There’s a warming of the heart,
From this love that we share
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