Author, Computer Scientist, Musician, and Photographer
Will you still be there when I’m in my winter years,
Always near, like breath in the frigid air?
Will you glide your fingers as skis through my frost of hair,
Warming the chill that settles there?
Stay with me, through this blizzard unending.
Will you rest your head upon my chest and melt my heart?
Promise me, unlike snow, we will never drift apart.
Your love—an avalanche that only grows deeper,
Yet within its weight, I find my shelter.
In life’s December, let us lie buried together.
The trees, blushing with some ancient shame, stood still—
As though your beauty drew breath from the air itself.
The wind, a trembling hymn, unwound its thread
Through a brittle ballet of leaves, now pale and dead.
The sun, a jack-o-lantern’s flame, simpered with delight,
As silhouettes quietly sipped from twilight’s wine.
And we, two twines, knitted by the seamstress of fate,
Where light and shadows lingered at the gates—
The forest stretched, a cathedral vast and deep,
Yet in its hallowed halls, the world lay in dream.
We walked for miles, hearts afire—our love, the coal,
In silence, I found you, the keeper of my soul.
This fleeting hour, this day, forever mine—
Though time will ravage all, you stand divine.
A wallflower in a sunflower dress, so bright,
A brisk summer shower leaves us drenched in light,
Her laugh, a melody to which she gracefully sways,
She grabs my hand and leads me in the dance’s maze.
Each petal on her dress, a story untold,
In the garden of her spirit, I hope to expose,
The secrets of her world, the colors of her soul,
As we twist in the light drizzle, becoming whole.
Beneath the summer rain, our love takes root,
In this enchanted garden, our hearts follow suit,
As the sunflowers bloom, and the wallflowers shine,
In her sunflower dress, forever, she’ll be mine.
