My hand is wresting on the bleak window ledge
while I reach out my hand to catch a perfectly molded snowflake
My hand is forcing the flake to thaw
as if there is a burning blaze within me

I look out the square~shaped window
and I only see the pure nature infront me
Trees are dusted by refined flakes
and the grass is covered with a blanket from heaven*

I silently close my windowgate

I glance at The Note on the bedside table
I still feel the touch of the handwritten inkletters
The lines are drawn flawlessly onto the almost crumpled piece of paper
He wrote words of love

*I blow out air on the clear pane of glass
and as the pane absorbs the vapor, a cloudy fog appears
With a gentle motion I write "Dear Love"...
with a hope of him recieving my message

The breeze is kissing my skin
while twirling around the autumn leaves
The fresh rain is cascading all over the park
and now gliding away
it stops.

Sparkling drops are laying softly on the grass
while they're gentley tickling my fingers
With lightly leg movements
I walk through a narrow path.

Yet a flower to see

The petals of a brightly red rose
are beautifully spread out to each side
My fluffy cheecks are blushing by
the smell of the heavenly flower

I feel alive

My coffee-brown eyes are glancing at my love
but he does not notice my existence
I crave for his affection,
yet he does not see me.*

The rain comes pouring down *again...