I hear the sounds of melting snow outside my window every night and with the first faint scent of spring, I remember life exists
I'm not afraid of the opinions of others - but of being needed and coming up short.
Each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way.
That icy glass reduces your beauty - dims your fire - let me be your mirror...
When I think of you it's with tears, because no one else has such delicate hands that can reach into my soul and calm my fears.
I have found, beauty is the illumination of the mind.