Intent Espial And Intended Twins

I see the flowers
Standing on inner sill
White icy clovers
Falling to stone sill
Two happy lovers
On the snowbound hill
Three red brick towers
With the top standing still

I really hope I will found
My intended leaf
Try to respire my breath
When I prepare my gift
Watch in a place to the left

snow flakes
frozen lakes
hotness takes
no retrieved

glowin` sun
clouds` fun
they have run
unbelieved