What is love but a serendipitous
Slide into a swirling wintery breeze
From the fall into the chaotic white
Or a journey hand in hand, that spans
Miles of light while moving only eyes
Back and forth from the stars to each other
How the simple joy of intertwining, leading
Resounds with a more transcendent meaning
Thoughts crystal clear that won't take shape
That pass from fingertips to fingertips
And return to me through scarlet lips