Contribute by kinki on Feb 1, 2007.
Description: Whose gift this is you cannot know.
My heart is in your keeping though.
You will not mind my writing here to tell you that I love you so. I know that you must think it queer for me to love and not come near but linger by some frozen lake this most romantic time of year. I sometimes give my head a shake and ask if there is some mistake.It's lonely out here 'mid the sweep of bitter wind and icy flake. My love for you is dark and deep,but it's a promise I will keep as from afar I watch and weep,as from afar I watch and weep.
Description: Whose gift this is you cannot know.
My heart is in your keeping though.
You will not mind my writing here to tell you that I love you so. I know that you must think it queer for me to love and not come near but linger by some frozen lake this most romantic time of year. I sometimes give my head a shake and ask if there is some mistake.It's lonely out here 'mid the sweep of bitter wind and icy flake. My love for you is dark and deep,but it's a promise I will keep as from afar I watch and weep,as from afar I watch and weep.
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