I look at you
The way I looked at my first snowfall:

At the first mention of “snow!”
I jumped to my feet, sprung to my toes
To an overcrowded window brightened by
The fluorescent lighting of the hallway outside my door.
And what I saw through the glass
Brought sparkling tears to my overjoyed eyes
As I realized I lived in a place
Where God creates masterpieces with his fingertips
Showering the earth with drops of happiness and love.
For what I saw through the glass
Broke down the dams behind my eyelids
And let flow waterfalls of possibility
To find the lost and hide the found
Washing away the key to the levy of evil.

But
I am passionate as Icarus
And you are perilous as the sun
And I am the snow
And you are the sun
You are my sun
And
Oh God, when will it stop hurting?

Yet still,

I look at you
The way I looked at my first snowfall.