Snowflakes...

One snowflake is spread softly,

In games funny over twigs sweet thread,

Clothing the silver coat of the new love,

In Kisses of fire when you made me laugh.

Your cheeks a flake

With baked apple flavours and cinnamon,

Waking up the moment you set me up,

The suave fragrance on my skin of this summer.

Snowflakes romp in harmony on your skin,

When milled leaves of pure pass

The time of the sonnet pierced as-and-before,

Of stellar flight to Aurora-fragrant.

To carol your fragrant body of myrrh and a kiss

of intoxicating flakes on your cheek,

Melting the ice through eternal love,

Lighting flares Miss what we were waiting for,

One snowflake romp on a path,

The rise of the thought once trembled,

With Angel do what, you accidentally opened me up,

The gate of the white soul that eternally crawlss me.

Ana Maria Niculescu