Last night you dreamed of my lovely form and gentle spirit. Tonight, you’ve asked me to come to you again. Brace yourself. My arrival will be as fierce as winter.
Just as the roses in my garden long for spring, I long for you. The stems of my grandifloras are weighted down with snow; their thorns, sharpened by ice. The thorn of your absence is piercing, and I am exposed to the barren landscape of the season.
Shakespeare compared the absence of a lover to that of winter in Sonnet 97:
How like a winter hath my absence been
From thee, the pleasure of the fleeting year!
What freezings have I felt, what dark days seen!
Leave your bedroom window open tonight. Close your eyes, embrace the darkness and welcome the elements. When you feel the wind upon your lips, you’ll know I have arrived. By morning, you’ll be singing of spring.
Loving you fiercely,