From deep blue, frigid air leads into
grays and then strands of cobalt.
Golden lights filtering, flickering
reach warmth of the falling Sun.
The arrows of my Love
will try to pierce through
your thick armour.
I cannot help but hope
cool distance breaks down
in my warmth extended.
Red sparkles in evergreen tree,
display sparks from my
your Past to
This is an original love poem by~
Robin O. Cochran