I shiver with the howling winds
That seep through the cracks in the door;
My shawl awaits my trembling shoulders,
But his arms are what I'm praying for

Logs hiss and sputter on the hearth,
Sounding like some demonic choir,
But it's not their empty warmth I seek .....
(As if in protest, the flames leap higher)

The moon gives no encouragement ---
Cold indifference his gilded crown;
While doubt and fear pound upon the door
With such force I fear they'll knock it down

Doubt ..... that my prayer will be answered,
Fear ..... that I will forever yearn
To own the night, with him in my arms,
While we watch our holy fire burn

Longing for him holds me hostage ---
How often I've prayed for release:
If his love was not meant to be mine,
Take this yearning and restore my peace

My heart's a weary battleground
Where hope struggles to crush despair;
How long will Heaven turn a blind eye
To these tears and my unanswered prayer!