We lay in bed, looking up,
through the window overhead
Outside the window's glass shield,
the late fall rain splatters
against the reflective pane
creating a riot of liquid sound,
as cool,  crystal drops
fly like clusters of sparkling flies
and I see nothing more beautiful
than the color of your eyes

The winter wind blows,
swirling about as a maestro
directing the dance of the willow
as she waves and weaves, and weeps
but no rhythm is as smooth
as the rhythm of my heart
when your lips meet mine
The moon's silver glow
iluminates our clinging together
longing to hold this night forever
fearful that one may expire
and leave the other behind
so we kiss and love for the moment
and enterlock our trembling hands
as we cry together