Kofi Fosu Forson
Always will be in my solemnest of hearts a place for that better part
Uplifted into a world sharing hot chocolate with December's girl
Twirl of winds this winter wonderland sitting to think of a greater plan
Collapsing after midnight in the upper room of a white-walled cafe
Farther from those who gather beneath mocking the sounds of spoons
Alone in this majesty our hearts in abound at the love we have found
We have sat on the coldest day the lessons to be learned
We laughed at the presence of authority a hierarchy we spurned
We were the color blue your face Binoche
To have kissed you was Kieslowski's touch
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