When is the season that love grows?
It is not spring
  love is just being born
It is not summer
 there are so many other things going on
     love is blinded
It is not Autumn
  for love is just opening its eyes


Love grows when all else is dieing,
when a blanket of cold envelopes the plains,
And small flakes of glistening silver falls from the skies
This is when love grows,
  it grows now to keep the hope of life alive
For with out love there is no life

Like fingers running through a gentle lovers hair,
    are my fathers pink and orange fingers through the clouds
Like a freckle on the softest of skin
    is the morning hawk in the horizon
Slowly and majestically rises his hand 
    so lovingly caressing the cheek of my mother
Giving my small portion of the world
    his warmth and her eternal love

Can you believe,
  In something so magical
       so pure?
  In a power that can 
      give the weakest the strength of gods
        and soften the hardest of men?

Do you believe 
   In something so real
      without it everything else is worthless?
   In a bond so strong it can pass
      through years, decades, centuries, an eternity
        and never wain but always gains
   In a feeling so right
       that you could never recover from the loss of it
   In the truth and honesty of it
       and in finding it finding yourself
   In searching to the end of time for just a taste of it?
 
There is nothing 
 so pure and so true
as that of unwavering
 never waining love.

None is as long and forsaken
  as is the journey you take looking for it

But sweet and eternal
  is the taste
If you just believe...

by
me
 

For the last couple of days it has been biting cold. But i don't mind, I love the cold and the crispness that comes with it. My skin may be freezing but my heart is warm. The smooth gray clouds against soft shell blue of the sky with the sun peeking through and sometimes bursting through. Its the time when you can see the esence of being on the air unlike any other day. If you listen closely you can hear the whispers of the enchanted ones like they were sitting on your shoulder. Its a clear cold day but i don't mind i like the cold.

HI all new here so i thought i might as well fill everything out.