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... 
Love always does 🙂
Indeed! Thank you!
Great to here but it may be on hold tonite!
A wee bit nippy? Ha! I’m an optimist. Spring is coming!!