That is your love, pure light made of life itself, no glacier could stand against it, so how can my heart? You’ve ended my winter and brought me into season of light.
The cold is unending, unmoving ancient ice floating above icy waters, a mountain below a canvas of white and blue, from it all life erased eternal, unbreakable until a warm, blinding light brust through, shattering it changing barreness into life, biting cold nurturing warmth.
Is the scent of melting, and orange bossoms blooming, balanced with tones of amber and cedar wood, creating a warmth reminiscent of the bright dawn of love.