Mirrors within your eyes… stare tranquilly in ice.  Those fog risen lids… stilled moments echoing.   Frozen they are… seasoning affection nowhere near to thaw tearcicles. 

Tears constant as April rains. 

The flattering, elegant stranger chained me suddenly to her heart when I blissfully closed my eyes and she pressed her finer into my lips and whispered with hypnotic eyes, ”No, I am not for you nor anyone.”  the rhythm of her voice evoked something within me...