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whenever I close my eyes. it’s still December
That magical time when my heart was transformed.
you took my passion, a glowing ember,
and turned it into a raging storm.
What would I be now without that December
Without that passion that came through your heart?
It’s likely that glowing ember
would have surely smoldered and died,
and not ever had its start.
when I close My eyes, it’s still that December.
When the world came alive and my heart was transformed.
I will ever treasure the gifts that you gave Me.
My heart is now calm through life’s raging storm.

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