The frozen diamonds falling on the ground,
Told me that you are somewhere around.
Shivers down my spine as I search for your eyes,
Deep blue eyes that would melt me like ice.
Freezing to death while waiting behind the birch,
For you to come and end my search.
Fighting the frost might force my life away,
So lay me in your arms through my last day.
No matter how many centuries it takes,
When you come, I'll fall for you like these snowflakes.
Sharon Mathew
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PoetryHighest rank #25 in Poetry #1 in Poetess #1 in Revolting #3 in Motivational What is poetry? "The Crown of literature is poetry" - W Somerset Maugham It's letting out your spirit.. Giving them the wings of words and let...
