--sweeter snow--then kisses--

In the arms of my angel, I dream of sweet kisses on melting snow, as moonlight sparkles across the falling flakes. It is my only desire— to find a way to bring my love into your heart. There I am, right there, right here, where I belong. Always yours—your man, your friend, your lover, your husband. By the hearth above the fire, we rest and become one. And I wonder to myself: will you and I stay like this forever, or is it only a passing phase? But I love this so deeply. I feel my darkness transforming, pouring my love into you. I hope you feel it too— and maybe we can balance each other with our abundant hearts. Let that be the signal of our endless devotion. What is greater than love? Is such a thing possible for mortals, or is it a divine intervention?