The Melting
You washed over me like snow melting from
The white capped mountains of my mind's eye,
Flowing delicately into
Rushing waters, thundering
Through thirsty creeks, begging
Entry onward to
Placid ponds of
Preconceived,
First kissed
Love.
You washed over me like snow melting from
The white capped mountains of my mind's eye,
Flowing delicately into
Rushing waters, thundering
Through thirsty creeks, begging
Entry onward to
Placid ponds of
Preconceived,
First kissed
Love.