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by Ben Pickard Nov 7, 2016
Love, romance /
We walked amidst the fallen snow,
And left the world behind;
We lay upon the pure white sheet
With hands that were entwined.
Angels drawn with arms and legs -
The kind that children make;
And prints we left upon the snow -
Our love left in our wake.
Silver glitter from the trees,
In crystal dust we danced;
Utopia was given birth -
Our hearts left in a trance.
We speared love to its very core;
Our souls were ever graced.
No piece of passion lost or left -
Nor romance put to waste.
When sunshine came around at last,
Our snow took sorry wing;
But now I know, as our eyes meet,
Our love will soar in spring.
--Ben Pickard 2015
Benny 5/5.. I enjoyed.
Oh my gosh - okay I kind of spazzed out a little bit over this but it's just that the ending was SO fitting and perfect and beautiful for this poem - Ugh, so sweet!! ^_^
I loved it!
by Ben Pickard
Thanks, Alissa. Glad you enjoyed it.
I could picture this beautiful scene perfectly while reading this Ben. This is incredible!
Thank you, Mary
Awww, so lovely Ben. Well done-
This is just beautiful and pure genius
Thank you, Em