snowflakes
if you insist the dictum of love is religion,
I'll contradict you, for indisputable isn't
in the cosmic period of my present time
where even contours of snowflakes see
what I mean it... nonchalantly proving
and amusing in games of the spirits, felt
and used in the metaphors of each day,
so well devised thru steady descriptions,
portrayed by this agnostic soul of mine,
fine demonized in beauty by your mind,
characterized in a deeper love aphorism,
met not just in lucid dreams but in truths