Potent in the early hours,
Happy as a bird in spring,
Like the love, I feel now,
That wraps around my heart.
I feel the ribbon of red,
Like a bow on a gift,
That ties me to you
Connecting us across miles
Of land, water, and walls.
But will I see your true face,
Before the next snowfall,
Not a picture or painting,
But truly you,
Standing before me,
Like you did on that stary night,
Three years ago.