Sun kissed drops slide through my window by day
Nights Iridescent breathe becomes a fog
Waking up to Misty water drizzles
The first glimpse of Summer becomes a truth
With eyes of a Summer Queen the sun stirs
The true form of Summer has arrived here
The queens hair flows like a rippling pond
And her her smile offends the light moon
The King of Winter now at her mercy
and bows as he regards her strength and grace
Though for centuries they have fought she wins
Not gloating in victory but a mute truce
The Winter King extends his chivalry
As he and his now consort walk as one.
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