Poetry

Do you know why winter
Can't be called as perfect? 
Only because it's cold.
Do you know that feeling, that overtakes you, 
When you're watching children playing in snow? 
The shine in their eyes
And the smile on their lips.
That's how I feel when I see you.
Do you know that feeling, when 
The very first snow falls? 
That enthusiasm, happiness and joy! 
That's how I feel, when you kiss me.
Do you know that feeling, when
A tear rolls down your face
And you try to wipe it away, so it won't freeze? 
That's how I feel, when I hold your hand.
Do you know that feeling, when
You walk over a frozen puddle, 
To see - will the ice hold the pressure? 
That's hold I feel, then I hurt you.
Do you know that feeling, when you
Are walking down the street, 
It's a very late night, dark, 
And everywhere around you there's a pure white snow? 
Only the lanterns are giving light.
You stop and look in the sky.
A small snowflake lands 
And melts on the top of your nose.
Close your eyes, and then open them, 
Millions of small, beautiful snowflakes
Has surrounded you.
In the light of lanterns they shine
In every single colour of rainbow.
So many feelings overtake you, 
Peace, joy and happiness, 
`Cause such a beauty can be seen
Only one in a lifetime, it seems like a dream.
That's how I feel, when you're next to me, 
Smiling, being just happy and loving me.
Do you know why winter
Can't be called as perfect? 
Only because it's cold...

Written by Diana Kauke