My hair is wet.
My left hand is cold.
I can't feel my ears.
And there's snowflakes on my lashes.
I've never been happier.
I should be cold.
But with you holding my hand,
I can survive below freezing.
We walk slow.
Under the twinkling lights.
Feeling the snow lightly fall;
Covering the town.
You turn to me and smile.
Finally I feel I'm where I belong.
You and I,
With the world at our feet.
We stop at the square.
You face me.
And with a twinkle in your eye.
You get down on one knee.
YOU ARE READING
That Poetry Book
PuisiThis book is a compilation of all original poetry written by me (unless otherwise stated). The poems inside range from love to nature to sports, and everything in between. I'm going to try to incorporate as many genres as possible. This is the firs...
