'twas in a winter's final breath,
My dear,
When we two first met.
Ever since I want to rest,
My head
Only next to your alluring breast.

Oh, what a wonder have I chanced upon,
A Lady so fair, she compares to none.
Where we go, it goes away.
It's just us, swinging
In Love's sway.
May we ever hold each other tight,
And all shall tremble at our Love's might.

The softness of her kiss,
Like the petals of a thousand blooming trees,
The gentleness of her touch,
Like a mother's mending lips.
Let me feel them forever,
And in return, I won't ask for much.

Only for the chance to worship, cherish and caress
The sweetest being upon which
I have laid my head..
To rest.