Snow Falls, Maine
White chocolates
on every pillow,
windows showing their lace
bodices like Victorian girls
who hint at what's to be
if only you'd declare your love.
Snow from some fairyland
place has come for the night,
Shut your mind off
to everyday traffic,
let in the dreams waiting
just beyond your imagination.
Snow Falls, Maine,
candlelight town, wind sighs
against the house where lovers
bundle under the covers,
hope that there is one more day
of doing nothing together.
Snow Falls, Maine
where spring is not a religion.
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