| Snowflakes dance as the temperature falls, and I feel so compelled to fly away. In the hard wind, I think I hear your calls, yet I remember you leaving that day. Sometimes, like an anchor, you weigh me down. I selfishly hope that your chain won't break. In our sweet memories I often drown, and in your soft caress, I wish to wake. But I know you are far away, my dear, So this is my desperate plea to you: do not of new and peculiar things fear for I am living with the changes, too. Why are there snowflakes forming in my eyes? Of all things, I wish not for this to die. |
| A Sonnet for my Love |