Blinding Tears

At first it was sweet.
A taste of Heaven
In all its glory.

Ecstatic were my thoughts.
Hopeful were my dreams.
Powerful was the feel,
The feel of my first kiss.
Bliss.

Such emotion,
The likes of which I thought
Were true in only dreams.

The bliss is gone now.
Gone away.
To leave me cold,
Cold and numb.

My eyes are shrouded now,
Shrouded in Drifting snow,
Winter's icy grip,
And blinding tears.