As the snowdropp sea of glistening white
Envelopes and amazes me, I, standing
Here in a woodland clearing think of mighty
Love. This waving scene of purity hangs
It's every head of gleam shyly downward
In a modest pose, but lift each face and
Look at love so pure it takes us forward
In accepting states of grace that random
Fate never planned, but rather Godly love
Created. They glow with light, and scented
Subtly, are as fresh as dawn. Just above
This ocean of delight hangs, relentless,
January sky which now threatens rain.
Pure love is snowdropp white and gives itself.
I must away but I will come again
To find a presence here which can be felt.
What a sweet and Innocent scene played here, love in it's purest form... Andy 10
This it beautiful...the kind of poem you can respect and cuddle with at the same time. Really a beautiful description and well written...
That was such a beautiful write Fay romance in true poetry 10 +++ Chris
Pure love written in beautiful poetic verses, nice metaphors used...10
Pure love is snowdrop white and gives itself. Lovely sentimental way of putting it.
A subtle great freeverse poem on devotional love. So nice to read u again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem, thanks Fay