The sound of snow

On the frozen Sunday morning

I am enchanted by your silence. 

I Clasped and cuddled in your warmth, 

I Brought you close to my charm. 

I Hold your hands and body tightly. 

Yet quite swiftly, and softly

I woke you up. 

Drifted slowly my hands apart

Stepped steadily with a broadening smile

I opened the curtain

I disclosed to you the world. 

I drifted the floral peach curtain aside, 

A giant window gave a trailer of 

An enchanting beauty of life—

The sun has risen, 

Yet behind the veil

Still the day shined for me, 

As you are an utmost jewel to me. 

Snow has covered the horizon throughout.

I Brought our favorite drink

We sat and cheered. 

In the glowing light of your face

I was shining. 

You hold me tight, and even tighter as a

Petal with its flower 

I was out of breath,

Yet got a sigh of relief.

The days when snow remains still 

From dusk till dawn

Its relation to the earth is akin to ours

As the soil absorbs snow

So— do you. 

You immersed a fallen body 

Made a “union” of unequal. 

In the end, it is but thee 

Who gave shelter to a fallen tatter.