William Blake Beckett

Rookie - 0 Points (May 15,1995 / Denver, Colorado, United States of America)

A Warmth Known Only To Me - Poem by William Blake Beckett

I see a tundra filled with sparkling white.
I squint my eyes at it's dazzling allure.
And I wonder if it would be alright
If I were to hope to see it once more.

It is snow that causes swells in her chest
And her smile is what always stirs mine.
A flower at worst, an angel at best,
She stands, warm in winter, frozen in time.

Maybe one day I could summon the strength
To confess to her in the Winter heat
That one day we could, together, at length
Enjoy long moments where our eyes would meet.

And should I gaze upon her face again,
I would hope to feel snow upon my skin.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, December 12, 2012

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