On a frosty night, beneath the crescent moon,
She said, in January, a soul breathes just like a lover's heartbeat in the first month of love.
And gazing at him with shimmering eyes, she confessed,
I want to hug you until I smell like you,
I want to adore you until I get inside your skin,
Your arms are my querencia where I can sleep comfy and cozy,
Your voice is like a winter coat to me, you are my human heater,
You are the apricity,
The warmth of the sun in winter,
A subtle warmth of kisses,
The skin with a softness,
Unexpected in the season's chill.
You are an aplomb in the mess,
With you I can see the phosphenes without rubbing my eyes.
He got flabbergasted and burst into laughter. 
And she asked,
You think I am beautiful?
He replied with a smile, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life,
You are the most beautiful even if you look like a potato or pumpkin.
She cracked a small smile, you are a lucky man then,
I am the luckiest, he replied.
She nodded enthusiastically.
He wrapped her around his arms and continues,
I am gravitated and insanely infatuated towards you.
You are the salt of my life, without you, my life is tasteless.
She cherished and blossomed like a daffodil in the winter.
They both were gazing at each other, 
And the moon was gazing at them,
The aroma of love flourish.

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