Winternal Beauty

The view from the bridge was beautiful.
But not quite as beautiful as from the distance.
The iced lake, the snow covered branches.
The snow covered branches. The frozen lake. The love in my heart, almost reachable.
I looked up and all I saw was the gray sky. No clouds, no blue.
She was so beautiful. It was then that I tore myself away from the scenic, almost magical place and headed to the bridge for a better view.
My breath, visible to my naked eye.
Her breathe became visible to my naked eye.
It disappeared as I gasped.  But then I felt your warm arms wrap around me. It was then that I got a better view of the magical place.
She didn’t turn around. She didn’t speak. She just watched the land and felt my presence.
It was there that I first knew, truly knew, what love was.
It was there that I understood, truly knew, who my love was.
And it was beautiful.