Will I bloom?

Will I bloom this winter?

This pale shade of winter white feels foreign on my skin... I'm sipping some wine I'm not meant to be a bride. I'm slipping to the floor.

Where I lost my marbles, and I do still marvel in you. Sometime before I lost it I lusted for you? I'm ready to bloom and transition into 

What I used to be and what will I become in the future and have always meant to be, and I'm ready for you!