Love

Love Love is a snowflake, like a feather from the sky. Fallen off an angel's' wing, floating towards you and I. It lays a blanket, like snow, on the ground of our hearts. From the highest mountain peak, to where the frozen river starts. Love is an icicle, the weapon that we wield. With the glasses' foggy mist, they are our sword and shield. Love is a blizzard, the dance of our emotion. Forever freezing our feelings, into one single motion. The motion of our love, it works it's way forever. Deeper into our souls, shall it stop? Never! Never let our love, act as though it were a season. It can never melt away, or disappear, for any reason.