I picture you
dressed all in white
a veil on your head 
and unspoiled
as a freshly fallen snowdrift.

My heart catches in my throat,
As I gaze at your ethereal silhouette
through the Vaseline glaze
of tears in my eyes.

Frozen in place 
and not daring to move.
Afraid I might wake
and find everything has vanished
from this dream place.

Dare I tempt my heart 
with these images?
Stoke such longing 
and drink so deeply 
from the fountain of hope?

Or could I possibly 
turn a deaf ear to my heart? 
And pretend these feelings 
don't stir within me 
having come to love you 
so blindly.

Only faith stands between us 
and utter devastation. 
The foundation 
our love is built on.
The glue to any relationship.
And the essence 
of what makes our bond 
so strong.