It is the late December in my life

 and yet I feel as if you are my shadow.

 When you seduce my mind

 you have seduced my body.

 So when I think of you

 I think of the completed me.

 When I think of finding my soul mate

 you are the forever and ever

 and so I long to meet my twin,

 my equal and my destined lover. 

  

 It is December and the snow has fallen

 and yet I feel as if resurrection is near.

 When you fill my mind and heart

 you become the promise to be given.

 So when I call out to you the unnamed

 I sense body, soul and spirit coming together.

But I am not your Rose until the Spring

 when you become the created for me to know

 and our dance has not yet formed its steps;

 yet every step is meant to form a path for two.
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