Poem

Soft and fresh snow of alpine Feels so good when I touch It is cold yet warm on my lips A snow-angel of this mountain Yes, your heart is hot I vouch 'Cause mine ache for only yours Aroma and colour of eglantine Ever intoxicating as I watch Even so far in legendary hills A rose-princess of God's terrene Yes, your soul I love so much As your scent and tint diffuses Star beyond stars of entwine Outshining without a flinch As you have been in my eyes A queen-star of nightly creation Yes, falling toward as I reach Finally bestowed upon my arms