Never before has passions description been placed on my lips as non-fiction,
And as my eyes rise its difficult to prize,
A centre away from yours.
Your breath is my oxygen,
In the moment, without it
My wings may break.
Though now shielded by yours,
Secured before an angels eyes
Stares into my soul.
My hearts weighted, elated,
This world didnt show me happiness.
The flutter rests.
Carresses replace it,
Strengths pounding with this founding,
With fire on blankets of ice on Dovedale.
A phenominal love tale.
Snow angels found the missing halo’s,
When we carved heavens in ice dust.