My lover; Snow.
Ben Dunne
A blanket of interpretable beauty,
a veil of luminous magnificence,
a shroud of winter's splendour,
a cloak of prominent humility.
The snow, as awe inspiring as it is,
leaves tracks of annoyance wherever it goes,
the temporary amazement of the first glances,
all the way to the skidding of tyres and feet.
Halting people's interest,
alongside their productivity,
halting people's patience,
alongside their merriment.
I think that by legal decree,
and through striking similarity,
I shall rename my other half,
'Snow', on her personality's behalf.
