Winters Bloom

Tis day born with Lions heart.
To say such beauty speaks from afar.
From the hilt of your tongue doth sway.
And with Rosy lips it pricks.


To pastured snow thine sight.
Granting innocence the shade of life.
And before my eyes bestow God's art.
For that which now is ageless by name.

So cold a day found warmth.
To lone stars now tender beat.
For the eve of kings shine bright.
And fills heaven's cathedrals with joy.

For the creation of my universe.
Born... From your smile