The Winter Poem

The trees are dressed in silver suits…

Icicles shine in the light,

Hanging down as winter fruits,

While wind picks up the height…

Dazzling frozen whiteness,

My heart lights up with brightness,

Whenever I think of you…

Of how together we walk through

The snow, and fall together, laughing,

And hug, and kiss, and get up ruffling,

Then fall again, and just lie down…

In an embrace, and quiet down,

In mist of breath, in silent night,

The snow is cold, the lunar light

Is trapped within your lazure eyes,

That wrap my mind in burning ice,

And stop my heart at once.