Slivers of ice slice through the silken spider’s web with deftness, with gentleness.
And the shimmer of an ice cloud hangs in the air, its beautiful fragility takes your breath away.
Your fingers reach out into the crisp, clean atmosphere, and the soft fall of the spider’s web entices and entrances your vision.
With all it’s beauty, with its strength the web, frozen in time, becomes fragile, so much so that, with a touch, it crumbles in your hand.
Oh my love, you are stronger, you are so beautiful; with my arms, I will surround you and your fragile heart. Nothing will be able to pull you away, make you crumble.
I will protect you, I will envelope you,
I will love you.