A Pure Love.

As the snowdropp sea of glistening white Envelopes and amazes me, I, standing Here in a woodland clearing think of mighty Love. This waving scene of purity hangs It's every head of gleam shyly downward In a modest pose, but lift each face and Look at love so pure it takes us forward In accepting states of grace that random Fate never planned, but rather Godly love Created. They glow with light, and scented Subtly, are as fresh as dawn. Just above This ocean of delight hangs, relentless, January sky which now threatens rain. Pure love is snowdropp white and gives itself. I must away but I will come again To find a presence here which can be felt.