our Hearts flutter To the Sound of Warmth

It's cold. It's always cold in these mountains. 

And for the first time I see you, you look beautiful standing there.

After you left, the mountains parted and so did my heart. 

You were there, I was here. 

I was waiting for you. 

You were fighting for me. 

We were in trouble. 

You let a white dove in, as I sat there and waited for you.

You said it was a sign of good luck, which I had none of.

You were dreaming then

and as you let the dove go, so white, so radiant like a breeze coming through the windows of your profound heart,

I realized that I knew I was never going to see you again. 

Our dreams collided, and the mountains began to stay cold forever.

Reviews

[lily]

This is just so amazing. Such emotion.
Well done

[Casey]

Thank you so much!