The Snows of Spring by summerbirdy

The Snows of Spring

A warm breeze on her hair

As she walked down the path.

A shining sun, no cloud ahead

Her raven hair in sun did shine.

And above

Blue skies,

Her eyes were bluer still.

She walked and walked

'Till evening came

And sun began to set.

To the girl, last light of day,

Of snow

Of spring

Showed secrets of this land.

In the valley that she so roamed,

Stood an ancient tree.

On it's branches flowers bloomed.

And girl remembers

Stories told,

By old,

Than under blooms is Love.

He travelled through his lands,

Caretaker of the Forrest.

He saw the day and breeze so warm

He knew the smell of spring.

And life

So bright

Was his to give or hold.

He sat under oldest tree,

That blooms every spring,

And felt the joy of life.

Tree whispered words of happiness

Of fate,

Of love.

And he fell asleep.

The girl with eyes so blue

Saw man with silver hair.

And felt the twinge

In her heart so warm.

And story

Of glory

Of Love was told a true.

So she sat, next to him to be.

To watch this creature sleep.

For no man could ever be

So ethereal or beautiful.

And she waited,

Enchanted

Him to rouse from his sleep.

And as he opens golden eyes

He thought he still was dreaming,

For a human girl cannot have

Eyes that match the sky.

And his heart

Did start

Staccato hard and furious.

Blue met gold that night

When ancient tree was blooming.

And so the story goes;

Truest love was acted upon.

And strong,

So strong

Was two hearts beating as one.

And silent breeze took by

Gathering the flowers with it

And on the pair the petals fall.

Like snow it kept on falling

To those

Who love.

The snows of spring.

A/N I was again prompted by Velvy. Sorry it took so long.

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