That still was wet by dew...
Welcomed the morning in December...
The morning was becoming more beautiful ...
When gazing at your face...
That gave the warmth...
In the almost frozen feeling...
Because of the longing...
That was kept by the reality...
Hopefully not just a moment...
This most beautiful gift...
Not only gave hope...
That had not been realised.
With this poem I wanna tq for Rezka that gave me this award, I'm really appreciated that :) (Sorry if not follow the rules)
