The Stars Are Alight In Thine Eyes. Poem by Brett White

The stars are alight in thine eyes tonight.
I love thee more than the trees love Spring,
When their leaves burst forth with green;
Or the crisp Fall, when chipmunks deck
Their halls with warmth.
Winter's cold embrace, cannot replace
The glow inside, when I think of thee, my pride.
And Summer's furnace, cannot burn us,
When Heaven's Grace earns us, Eternal solace-
As the Globe is shadowed by the Winter Solstice.