as long as there’s snow
I’ll be yours
wrapped in your arms
like a stubborn nut,
a core,
hidden,
a secret
kept
the way snow
holds the spring
It’s for winter to know
when she’s ready to start
and do her thing
until that time
with a crisp whisper
wrapped in a blanket of white
winter keeps her close to his heart
love is not art
or a mystery
it’s not be made
or to be promised
love is snow
is winter caring so much for spring
that he’ll keep her safe
until she’s ready to do her thing.
winter let’s her
melts
knowing that she’ll come back
cause,
she always does
she will cradle herself in his arms
like she always does
Trying to read his clear blue eyes
she’ll have so many why’s
and what-are-you-thinking’s
and he wants to answer
every question she’s got
but
the way she looks at him,
with all that green, blue and grey,
putting him at ease
he wishes he had something warm to say
but he does not know where to start
so he will just freeze
and hold her
hold her with all he’s got.
love is not art
or a mystery
it’s not be made
or to be promised
love is snow
If you step on it
on your way out
it’s gonna be a mess.
but it can stay
pure and fresh
So,
just so you know
as long as there’s snow…