There is a ladder in your tights.
The thin black wool was pulled too far...
And snapped.
Exposing the endless, elegant stretch
of silken skin.
A crocus blossoming,
A pale snowdrop quivering,
The last snow sliding,
The first rain falling.
Show me the world twice over,
and still I will say,
There is nothing more beautiful,
than you today.
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