They were my heart's snowflake
a symphony as they fell to earth
beauty wrapped in fragile wings

perfection I stoop to reflect
genuflection by flame's desire
treasure revealed, once concealed

spread to catch expecting breath
asking nothing but what may come
blessings pressed to my lips

captured to be set free
borrowed in rapt adoration
before coveted, now retrieved

uniqueness wrapped in rapture's arms
dwelling of my last intent
held within to taste the warmth

expressing what love may convey
forever in the seconds’ span
the small demise, beginning's end.

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