In winter past I was was warmed by just your loving gaze,
But came the passing of December,
Our love my dear, it never blazed,
But left a single dying ember,
Though my soul was kindling for your care,
I was your respite between love,
When I fell frozen you were far from there,
I used to think that I was not enough,
Above and beyond I tried to raise, myself past words I'd heard said,
But these were younger foolish days,
When I heard truths as lies instead,
I have led myself down frozen paths,
As I have often snowed myself in,
If words are cure, this is my thousandth draft,
To ail what lies within,
And every time I have to ask,
Why the world must spin,
But you have become my winter past,
As I'm keen to greet the spring.