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Centuries ago, one chilly winter night,
You smiled, held my hand in yours to leave behind,
Memories that twists my heart like a dagger,
While I wish my every sigh to be the last one
Since then I searched those amber eyes everywhere,
The color of maple leaves during the fall
I searched for you knowing that you are nowhere
Until I met someone who understood my pain.
Years passed away, and my companions with it.
I stayed the same, and so did our memories.
The only immortal things I've come across.
The living me, and the intangible us.
Now centuries later, this chilly winter
With this lovely human curled up next to me
I feel mortal. Not alive, just plain mortal.
Every second prized, every moment precious
With those same amber eyes, like a setting sun
One that threatened to burn me eons ago.
Have I wished for you often and hard enough?
That you had no other choice but to come back.
"[He] could smell the distant winter on the air -- a mixture of night-mist and crisp darkness and the tang of fallen leaves." - Neil Gaiman, Stardust
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