It’s a cold winter morning.
You awaken,
as I observe silently...
early morning frost on your window.

Ah...delightful view that I have.
You approach,
desiring to view the white snow;
pure cotton blankets the landscape.

Your sweet breath fogs my eyes,
while I bask in delightful bliss.

Your thoughts,
I wish I could read them.
The warmth of your body, so close;
let me hold you but for a moment,
and it will seem an eternity.

Serenity is on your face,
smiling, a finger tracing your lips.
What are your thoughts?
Can I be your lover?

The wind lashes at the window,
as you notice the morning frost.
Your fingers caress me softly,
gently wiping me away.

The early morning frost is gone,
and you return to sleep.