Implications

yesterday, i saw the most beautiful sunrise fireball red circle forcing its way over that fine line shadowboxed in its own glow all while the snow fell fast and heavy (is everything complicated this lovely)? what if every-time we touched we could forget the past and live normal (whatever that is?) would i still blush like morning's sky fresh, just getting dressed and you still shiver beneath rippled layers of this love tight against your own flesh as if winter was weathering my touch? (like yesterday's rise) what if we were like other lovers without complications of past lingering into the present making us long for the future would our love still be as beautiful as this?