The snow falls upon the needles of green,
soft, silent, patient.
But beneath the tranquility, secrets lie unseen,
unknown, deep, precious.
You fascinated, entrapped me, bound me to you,
and did not seem to care.
But you were trapped in this love too true,
and chose me willingly.
Cape swirling around him,
man waits at the door.
Longing for the warmth within,
but knowing he must welcomed in.
Your sweetness, gentless, yet ferocious fire,
entrapped me, welcomed me.
The depths of despair, the heights of desire,
you were by my side.
Blue feathers, joins man in the wait,
form melting into human.
Both with aching needs to sate,
but they must be welcomed in.
Your vibrant life, brining smiles from a frown,
captured me, lifted me.
Your art of making up from down,
brought my heart to life again.
White shadow by blue feathers and man stands,
all longing for the warmth within.
The door opens, and with gently outreaching hands,
they are welcomed in, to soft sighs, sweet moans, as the fire dies.