The sky is dark and gray,
I can not see the road this way,
Snow is falling, ice is building,
Winter is here to stay.

As I look out my window, at the
cold and beautiful flakes, all I
see is natures true beauty, the
same beauty, I see in you.

Angel, Dove, Princess or Lady,
whatever title you should choose,
it surely is incomparable, to the
beauty residing in you.

Your name suggests cold and unfeeling,
yet I know you are warm and dealing,
no lies, no myths, nothing but truth,
so I must rename you, Sun Princess, in heart.

That, she is my friend...

beautiful

Very nice poem...
(((Daniel)))

that is really sweet

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