the first snow

On the first snow I see your face

white and pure as each snowflake.

On the first snow I kiss your face,

soft and cold as every day.

On the first snow you take my hand,

each snowflake melts as if it is the last.

On the first snow you dry my tears,

you whisper tenderly throwing out my fears.

On the first snow you kiss my lips,

I melt into the ground like a snowman in spring.

On the first snow you kiss my soul,

and without realizing it,

suddenly,

gently,

like the first falling snowflake,

I’m forever yours.

she writes