Whispering pure sweetness into the light of your soul, Light the candles of white that makes us truly whole. Watching the breath that allows me to speak, Ever so slowly glide across your blushing cheek. A single rose in the snow as rare as your heart, Can fulfill many lifetimes and never fall apart. Casting shadows amongst the touch of your lips, Flies to the heaven on white clouds of ships. Words so often spoken without saying a word, As songs of love can be softly heard. Twilight dancing elegantly deep within your eyes, Feeling the crystals of a waterfall never demise. True love will hold on to the mountains of snow, Never to once slide or let our souls go. For we hold the realm of miracles wonder, Your purity of heart I carely did plunder.
© January 2, 2004 by LeAnn Upshaw