Walking through a wonderland of snow.
Each snowflake, a new creation.
Each Icicle, a hard break up.
You jog slowly now,
trying to soak in all these wonders.
Lifting your head slightly,
to see the marvelous place where you first kissed me.
It wasn't long ago when I said good-bye.
I still feel the treacherous look of pain,
and sorrow in your eyes.
If I could turn back time,
and make a new choice I would.
The fact of losing you is to much,
now I only wish I had thought before my mouth rushed.