A tear plunges into a lingering puddle;
Formed down your cheek onto my shoulder,
moist from constant tear-stream falls.
Dipped into an icy sea;
your flesh; infected in pale tones;
lost all warming blushes.
Distinct snowflake in your eye;
steals attention from radiant hue’s;
whether from the hand of Picasso or Monet.
That old way about you,
that humor and care, that star-wink
inspiring glow of an angel’s shroud.