Like the first hint of perfect love,
A snowflake falls - falling... falling...
Easing into my mind and finding place where it's
warm, sweet - like an October fireplace.
A chill reaches from my tongue-tip; yet
it's not a smothering cold - more like a blissful hold
of warm soothing and surreal sharing
of this heart ablaze.
With morning brings a frozen drizzle,
A month and a half too soon. Spoon
digging through fried eggs still sizzling; soul
searching through her words, brings this yearn to a
Clandestine croon.
Single
letters not sufficient to form the words
that I want to say to her. No... ... whisper
softly in her ear.
With every strenuously symmetrical snowflake
comes reminder that the day draws near.
Yet night after night I lie awake,
the greatest gift's to have you here:
I love you.
I love you.
*
xxfal
