Winter's Sleepy Dreams

Icy winter storms swirl within the clouded night, wailing winds howl, gales rage, and slushy sleet freezes the ground. Will the dawn turn red? Chances you'll never know as you're snuggled cosily under thick downy quilts and covers, dreaming the crystalline snows away. You cuddle snugly up towards me stealing my warmth away. I feel such euphoric happiness, your closeness a comfortable bliss. Soon sleep claims our consciousness. Do you dream pleasantly of me? Or is your mind on something else? Yet I will not relinquish easily the intense fantasies of our love that ages like a vintage wine, the colours that enrich our existence, the love that enhance our being, the memories that make us what we are. That is the picture in my mind: I will never give it up.