I was thinking when writing this to have it as a longer poem but it actually felt complete to me. Something simple but meaningful. I understand where you are coming from because I too thought to have it longer but I fell in love with it the way it is.
I apologise that I haven't commented on your poems lately as properly as I should. It isn't optional for me, I have a reason. Forgive me.
Anyway, I wanted to say that this is the first time I agree with my sister on anything; that's pure poetry. Honest, simple and full of love. You know, I'm thinking in a selfish way, kinda, here. I am wishing if only you could put this little poem in a whole new poem. Charming lines are better when they're buried in an epic. I don't know though, I feel you intended to keep this short. Told you, I'm being selfish, caring of what satisfies me.
I never knew that snowflakes are like fingertips have special prints and all. How so? I'm puzzled. I love the simile though, it was tender, if that makes any sense.
I don't usually read love poems, but the title was so interesting. Snowflakes are so fragile and elegant. When I think of fingertips in poetry, I think of something soft and fleeting.
When I read the title, it really pulled me in to read this.
"If lips were unique like
snowflakes and fingertips,"
I love how you started with 'if', it sets the tone of the piece. And this simile is creative; I've never thought of comparing lips to snowflakes/fingertips
"you could dust mine
to see that they only
belong to you."
I thought 'dust' was well-chosen. It painted a vivid and peaceful image in my head; the snow falling lightly, and a couple kissing under a tree or something :s
With just a few lines, you've managed to capture something so beautiful and breathtaking. Awesome write, Liz