In the soft light of winter, we sit in silence, facing each other,
My fingers, like chocolate, melt in the warmth of your embrace.
They gently explore, tracing the contours of love,
Drawing tender promises on your skin.
Each touch is like a verse in a poem,
Finding the warmest refuge in the cold.
Thus, we drift in the stream of time,
Warming the cold world with our love.
Your presence, the most precious chocolate in my hands,
Melts into my life, sweet and inseparable.
This warmth, like an eternal flame,
Lights our path, ensuring our love never fades.
