I've been watching from a distance.
Far enough that your face looks mysteriously mutated.
Close enough to smell your cologne.
I had hoped to call you mine.
Patiently, I watch you from the rear end of my soul.
The piercingly white snow combined with the ice cold winds,is making it impossible for me for feel my ligaments .
My heart, pacing at the presence of your aura: is all I feel.
Yet, I'm still watching from a distance.
