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I loved you, half in shadows
while you outshone the moonlight
the kiss of the snow on my cheeks and lips
like your touch
so soft
so cold
your look
was all the warmth I needed
on those winter nights
and I barely even noticed
that your breath
did not frost the windowpane
or melt the snowflakes
as they floated down
we are all
so insubstantial
but you alone will remain
in all your gilded guilt
and glory
your beauty
preserved in ageless amber
seeing you
I understand 
Lucifer, golden among angels
before he
fell