He hated the frosty bitterness,
As his blue veins were clasped by
The numbness that winter offers.
To him, it was like falling through
A bottomless pit, where coldness
Eagerly enveloped his body with
The shroud of dark dead hopes.
It was season of depression then.

But on one chilled silent morning,
His eyes saw the girl of his dream
Standing on white carpet of frost,
Catching snow flakes, an icy drop
Touched her soft lilac lips lightly,
Making his aroused heart to melt
All of the ices with burning desire.
Warmth came back in his senses,
Heart awakened from drowsiness
By the sunny glance of her eyes,
That let him fell in love with winter.
It is the season of affection now.