Wuthering heights

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Our youth celebrated by the light. Memories of the thought of you touching my spirit consumes me. I am found, dissolved to what I now know, lost of former winter's passions.

Perhaps once slender ice took remains of what I was before. In some dark cave my calcified spirit now drains to sodden pools, milky-liquid lathes to cold rock, thus washing me anew, skinned, bare, a layer of my soul that never saw the light that never knew, until you. That crust could break from above, that light can now stream so luminously, so beautifully.

I lie before you, revealed. I stand before you, transformed. And all because you smiled on me, and warmed me.

Poem.