As our love crosses many places,
I yearn for your letters,
And feel hope with the seeds you send embedded,
The photo I included brings no justice to your work,
Our work that has been done,
They paint the white landscape like a canvas,
The flowers who see winter as their spring,
I see them as late bloomers but also containing much beauty,
My love,
I wonder where you are now,
For I feel that I should share you this image in person,
Each flower has its own personality that yearns to be beautiful,
A beauty that is unmatched like yours,
To compare you to a flower brings you no justice,
As you radiant my life like the sun radiates the land,
Giving it joy for another day.