For so long, I wanted us to fall

as furiously and as intensely

as an August evening thunderstorm.

I thought love was supposed to sneak up

on you and leave not a single place

dry as the passion begins to swarm.

But now I see our love is snowfall;

building up anticipation as

the first gentle snowflakes take their form.

Love will slowly drift down around us;

delicate but filled with much wonder

soft melting because our hearts are warm.