The Girl With The Curls & The Boys' Periwinkle Eyes

In the bitter winter snow,
Which falls around us, crisp and fine
A cosmic sugar which melts away
To nothing more than a suggestion of morning frost
And a red-blush shiny nose

Frosty-white fur collar, pulled tight around
Pink pinched winter cheeks,
I hold both hands of a boy
With eyes the colour of periwinkle
Who stares at me, framed with lashes,
Grinning at me with pearly teeth

I look down, shy and dimpled,
And see the snowflakes
Which, as they fall, catch in my hair,
Caught in my russet curls like tiny stars

I don't want to ruin this
I want to stand in the snow for hours
Staring into your periwinkle eyes
Through my russet curls