Snow Angel

In sweetness no coconut bon-bon like,
And a scholar’s word ne’er be as precise,
As thy crowned gaze cast in lover’s light.
Even this poet’s verse ne’er could suffice
To unweave thee, snowflake made of lace.
No avalanche could obscure an angel’s harp;
On thy beau face or thy subtle grace,
No green shadow could make an unfair mark.
My eager love hath crashed in thy wake
Mine footing has set on a blizzard’s slip
Starry eyed and with a tail bone break
But for the ice, I thought I’d made my trip.
Please clear thy snowy path before you go
So in thy wake my summer’s love may grow.