Your smile is snowfall
Late late in March
Large, fluffy, virtuous flakes
Drifting gently down
Perching along the yawning lawn
With no hope of accumulation

For April's fools
Are sure to be surprised
By the kindred showers
and thunderstorms
That arise when you avert your eyes

How easily your acknowledgment
Is washed away in the rain
The water waves
Towards a dark, primordial, and spherical sea

But my love can not evaporate
And it will never let me be