A Flower in the Snow...

What if one day,

In the light of morning,

The snow sprinkles

And clouds are falling;

At the bed of the Earth,

Where the blanket is sewn,

From these cottons

Of water and ice...

What if one day,

In this field...

A flower grew.

Maybe at the moment

Of such sight and cold,

The warmth is born;

The fog clears up

With something adorn.

Seeing the birth

And feeling the growth;

The scent of this flower

Has affected us both...

What if one day,

In the cold of this light,

The flowers rise

To fix You in my sight;

The flowers so gentle

As the blooms in your eyes,

Where they grow bright

And become my skies,

From the tears

And the beats of Our hearts,

Grow the eternal

Unexplainable starts.

What if one day;

Where these flowers grew,

One breath is born to say...

I love you.