Winter (poem)

I decided to just post all my previous poems which I liked.
Stars was an old one so might as well continue.
This one was called "of her" but I changed it to "Winter"
It definitely sounds better than "of her", I wanted the title at first to be indirect but since I made "stars" as it is,  might as well keep it as winter.
I've edited it slightly as well.

Winter.
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She comes to me in a soothing chill

Her cold and cruel kisses,
Quivering
Her frozen and harsh caress,
Shivering

But she is pure and white as snow
Even though her smile is of frost
She dresses herself with ice
And in her beautiful blizzard I'm lost

I'll always cherish her deadly affection

Stay with me forever,
My lovely winter


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I think I'm starting to see what style I'd like to try next time.
Something all over the place but makes sense.
Go blog yourselves.

P.S
I hate the cold.