Eyes of frosty glaze and beauty,
Ears that now hear words of truth.
Trust, no longer all in vain,
Thoughts of thee, my glimmer of hope.
A touch that holds so much distant 
Yet, is present within my heart.
Do I pray a prayer that now holds an answer?
I say I do... and believe it to be true.

I long so for physical contact 
And hang like a scared cat
Upon a tree-
These eyes speak with liberty, 
they long so to create a storm within your soul...
To visit the day when feverfew 
Is no longer searched for.
The frosty glaze has turned 
To beautiful blown glass-
To be admired and untouched by hand
But by a tender heart such as thine.

The sand within my heart 
holds abrasives no more,
but now, an Archangel, 
with wings of soft cotton,
a halo, the colors of the rainbow,
a heart filled 
with the warm oils of love. 
And...
the smell of a fresh meadow 
that sings to thee 
a song of my desire!