You came to me like a song, Hushed, on the wings of a warm wind; The glare hurt my eyes And I looked away, Afraid to breathe, Afraid to speak, Lest your beauty break the ice That masqueraded as my backbone. But Love, determined Spring, Wooed. Waited. Won.
You came to me like a song,
Hushed, on the wings of a warm wind;
The glare hurt my eyes
And I looked away,
Afraid to breathe,
Afraid to speak,
Lest your beauty break the ice
That masqueraded as my backbone.
But Love, determined Spring,
Wooed.
Waited.
Won.
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
What are your thoughts?