Tender snowflakes shake down my world
As I sit by the fire in the late afternoon
The icy frosting around my heart does not
Melt yet. It is shattered down too soon.

I am sitting by the fire, thinking of you
As the flames sip up my flamboyant soul
Maybe I was too wrong to search for the truth.
The little vibration of subconscious. Does not soothe.

We were both aware of the nameless,
The little feeling which increases too swiftly
Nameless. As we didn't want to just call it
Love. Soon the fire sipped it up, too.