I wrote a love
as dark as
a December night
where stars
will always
shine.

I made a mess
of love as
cold as snow
as white and
pure as winter
[pearls]

I don't regret anything
tearing the bark
off of the trees
in the park
and pulling the petals
off of roses and roses
and roses in your cheeks
how they bloom
[when you smile]
and when you are
cold from winter
nights of snow.

There are nights of snow
but the stars will always shine.