Winters born in frosted love
Bitter frost nips at the throat of lust
Breath upon a cheek new cold
Of his precious love the one he holds

Gone are the bluebells of summer past
And bees hide in hives until time at last
Can edge away the frosty king
And thrushes wait to chirp and sing

But cold hands cannot hold tight
And love did go upon the night
As snowflakes fell in shadows drawn
Her heart did stop he forlorn
And how the silver moon did weep
For the emptiness did greet

And when the snow and winter pass
The rose of passion shall at last
Grow in the space where she now lays
On warmer brighter summer days