I was so torn,
my bones had been broken

and it may have been the way
the afternoon snow,
reflected light rays across your brow

It could have been the tightening
of your posture
as we were carried across
mountain crags perched highly,
where man was never meant to go

per chance it was the moment
my eyes slipped on the curve or your lips,
while you trimmed my beard
I felt safe, and relevant.
It was winter and I was warm

I've tried to pin point the exact moment
when I knew I loved you completely
and now, I feel foolish because I realize
I loved you from the moment you said
"you have an amazing smile. When we
hang out I'll make you smile the whole time"