The End is Near

The end is near.

(and it makes me cry.)



Despite the falling snow

She tells her love while half asleep,

In the dark hours,

With half-words whispered low:

As Earth stirs in her winter sleep

And puts out grass and flowers

Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.

this is one of my favorite poems.

this is silly but i will know i have met the right one

when he kisses me in the snow.

(snow is my personal present.)

hopefully i see alot of it this year.

dear husband

i can't wait to kiss you in the snow.

love, me