For someone to say,
Nothing,
For more than just occasion,
through fear of judgement,
or lacking the art of articulation.

It tends then to stun when you admit such fragrance,
The whispers of the midnight hour,
The sweetness of your words caress,
Unlike with others, hold such power.

"I love you" finally means something,
The Hollywood movies,
I deemed as nonsense,
Finally hold such beautiful substance.

"You're beautiful",
Makes me feel how one feels,
When looking over oceans,
With sand beneath my heels.

Your mystery,
Most mistake for inability,
But its there,
Such beautiful vulnerability.

A deepness people miss,
A heart that nobody sees,
Affection and love-filled lullabies,
That bring me to my knees.

Generosity that is famous,
The character of a noble king,
But nobody but me knows the tune,
The tune that your heart would sing.

As you look at me like I am everything,
Like I am sun and wind and rain,
The look in your eyes when someone hurts you,
And you pretend you're not in pain.

The rage you feel when someone looks at me
In that ***** kind of way,
The protectiveness of what is yours,
Like a lion with its prey.

A fierce wolf,
That hunts in the darkness of the night,
Yet I know the young boy inside,
Who feels agony and fright.

I get to see the inner demon too,
He surfaces on occasion,
To tease me with his silly jokes,
And make me weak with his flirtation.

The man who prays for me,
In every single prayer,
The one who'd never let another harm me,
Not a single hair.

See If I told them,
What you sometimes say,
They would never believe me
"No, Men like him could never feel that way"

But I know you,
Every memory etched across your skin,
Every little weakness,
Every hidden sin.

You are beautiful to look at,
This I must I admit.
And to love you,
Like I do,
My heart can sometimes hardly contain it.

You are honourable,
And kind,
You're all the things I want to be,
And that's why my heart does a dance when you say,
"You're the other half of me"

Snow,
At least I think that that’s your name.
Falling like glitter in the wind.
So pale and simplistic.
Yet beautiful all the same.

See Google says you are
Atmospheric water vapour frozen into ice crystals and falling in light white flakes.
But even Google makes mistakes.

You are more than just evapourated water,
Encapsulated in cloud,
Left to freeze in the bitter cold,
Then fall through harsh winds
Roaring loud.

You are the evapourated sweat of a man in battle,
Ripping through the torsoes of his enemies.

You are the tears wiped from the face of a heartbroken lover.
You are the bitter screams of a child bearing mother.

You are memories,
You are the force of a thousand energies.

Snow they do not know what I know,
That’s why they undermine you so.

You are the toxic gases of a man racing through time and space,
To get to the airport in time to hold his lover in embrace

You are the bath houses of the past,
The sins of the present,
And the weaping repentance of the future.

You are every drop of blood spilt in the sands of time,
You are a poets every rhyme.

You are more than just ice encapsulated in cloud,
Falling in harsh winds,
Roaring loud.

See I have fallen through clouds,
And theyre just air,
A reminder of the force that keeps them there.

Im not talking about gravity,
Or of gods built on human depravity.

Snow they do not know what I know,
Thats why they undermine you so.

You are the squeals of joy,
Of the Indian boy who’d never seen you.
You are the rustling of leaves that lay beneath you.

You are the sweat and passion of lovers as they press against each others skin.
You are the water of those who aim to wash away their sin.

You are all this, I know
Dreams of winter told me so.