Shall I compare thee to a
winter's night?
You are
without compare in any place
If I cloned you
Shakespeare, would it be too trite?
Agreed, from here on I will not use a trace.
Fresh snow
glints and gleams under light of moon
Sparkling,
glittering, much like I find your eyes
Your smile makes the strongest man, and me, swoon
You gave me your heart, already, the prize
Ice shimmers on the glassy
windows, cold
I lay awake,
aching for you near me
My
soul lacks but one thing - you to hold
I need you, from your arms I could not flee
Bitter cold of my other life behind,
A better lover, I could
never find.
--AlexZander