My attempt at a Poem

The night is cold
The snow sits easy on the tree,
the colour of the sky mirrors the mood of events to come

The phone rings,
There is a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach
What follows is meant to be

When I saw you standing there
My heart leapt for joy
And I knew that we were going to be just fine

I feel comfortable
And I feel safe
Telling you that I love you
Feels just right