How cold the winter has been to the bone,
Waring down to my intimate tone,
Wishing for warmth with your presence,
Or your touch and essence,
Either way frozen I may continue to be,
So must I warm with thoughts of you with me,
If mind is truly capable of surpassing matter,
I’ll walk through the mirror for it won’t shatter,
Light reflected off of objects does not tell the mind,
And from there is where I walk until you I find.

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