You are my winter suddenness—a glass of red wine spilt across a white tablecloth

...I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists...

December's wintery breath is already clouding the pond, frosting the pane, obscuring summer's memory...

...true love is an irrevocable act - you can only give your heart away once - after that, you give as much as you have left ...

...true love is my religion...

...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...