I have always loved you the way the breeze brushes past autumn leaves, how the rays shine among the bare sepia branches, gleaming amber.
And as they sway so gently falling down, ready to kiss the ground below, as though every piece of me long to embrace your reflection of yellow.

Meeting you was odd, to say the least—the impression of a glacial silhouette,
With heart like a gem of blistering cold, frigid and unfeeling, an eternal winter.
Yet beneath the tundra’s harsh embrace, through the thick ice I glimpsed subtly,
Shrined a sapphire-like brilliance, with a gaze as deep as the endless blue ocean.

Then came the most awaited, the layers unveiled, the thick ice surrendered.
Beneath the dirt revealed the candid truth that I always longed for—you.
As spring returns, the grateful earth breathes again gilded and unhurried,
So let your roots unearth me, cradle what this soul buried underneath.

You hold me with a fiery passion like summer warmth, incandescent, 
like a consuming fire that burns through marrows of doubt and fear. Setting ablaze the quiet shadows I once thought of home,
so radiant that even the sun might lose its luster before the fire of our embrace.