The voice was snow crunching
Beneath my feet
Early February
And leaves were wheeling over,

Fresh cut grass
It was rain tiptoeing
In spring,
It’s as gentle as breeze.

Breathe in the air
Bend like the reeds
Let the razors take their place
But neither be empty
Nor full of tons of mist.

Forever I shall wait
Let you be the groom
Our hearts shall be engaged
Not by the golden or silver rings that last
But by the binding of eternal life.

Then, I shall say, “Yes, I love you too,”

(2/21/14 @xirlleelang)