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- Winter, My Dearest
The cold, my dear,
it swallows up
the warmth of the love you lent me;
The snow blankets the grass,
my dear,
like wax on the letters you sent me;
The harsh, biting wind,
it stings my cheeks
like the tears I cried for you,
my dear,
But the darkness isn't so dark with snow
and it's as if you were still here.
Madame Winter,
she ripped you from me,
Like an icicle fallen from a tree branch;
And I will dream of you always, my dear,
When the air is frigid
and the earth is blanch.
