In the pale swirl of winter's whisper
The lonely girl stood, resisting the urge to shiver
Slightly anxious and slightly agitated
She watched and patiently waited

With shadows stretching all around
Her ears, through their muffs listened for any sound
Then she saw something spring up from the ground
And her heart began to suddenly pound

Mirages of ice signaled his return
In excitement her stomach began to churn
But he was nowhere in sight
As minutes became hours, she felt contrite

Another year without the one she cherished
Another year he shattered what he promised
She'll retreat again, filled with spite and utterly embarrassed
But next year, she'll return again to the white forest