Amongst the snow I awoke early in tide
Because sleep kept my grief alive
And I yearned to see You
Fed from the iced seltzer of frost
Those tears were sweet… I drank each shard
Because I wanted to see You
Spring’s young Moon won’t stop germination
Nor stop my blushed lips from forming a kiss
When I rise to see You
I live the sweetest love story ever told
Of the infant tulip and her Sun
On how she adores seeing You
Poetry