The Snowflake

Young love is pure - like snow when fallen new - and always I’ll recall one wondrous day! Through dawn, soft powder fell; clouds lingered grey until mid-morning. Splendid sun shone through the gloom, and sky turned periwinkle blue! Excited, we ran laughing, out to play in snow, which all around us brightly lay. But never did I guess what would ensue. . . You chased me, until breathless, we both dropped onto a blanket of sheer white, and then a snowflake touched my mouth. Your fingertips began to trace its shape, until you stopped. . . Your gaze became intense, and that is when you bent to kiss the snowflake from my lips.