Ouroboros Spine summer blues

His beautiful snow to her flame. A woman of moon and he, the sun. He rests his chin on her crown as she leans it into the deepness of his chest. 

Yes... He murmurs, a heavy breath of content exhaling. His firey colored eyes fixed on the home out before them- the great lake, the coppice before and the three sisters to the south. 

I can't imagine a life without you in it. There is a rumble in his chest and he presses closer to her, so that the snow may melt against the flames. Your everything to me.