On A Snowy Evening

On a snowy evening, when the sky inclined grey blanket over the tranquill stream and the Venus stared static, you came with fragrant steps that heard the unwind leaves and unnamed flowers of the bank of silent river : and you stopped beside, I considered; you looked with your golden eyes that unprecedented look, I felt. Your lips unbound how that I supposed to be spellbound and could smell the guardian of your lids over the eyes, so sensuously that hardly occurred past thousand years. The darkend stream witnessing the solitary momentum of love.