A blade of grass,
a flake of snow,
as lovers pass
Leaving some in woe.
She walks all alone,
Down dead man’s road.
Hoping to find,
a single flake of silent snow,
She can call her own
A twist of fate, our meeting scene,
Dwn on dead man’s road.
Like that of friends not ment to be,
With a warm subtle smile,
and every piece of her damage,
she great all of mine.
and single flake of snow
would send us off to hide in the cabins down below,
and as the  flakes of snow
would surely start to fall,
and all we could see were the seas of silent snow,
as far as our minds could go.
But enjoy the scene I could not,
do for I was trapped in trance of blue,
I looked above her buttoned shirt,
saw no flaw apon her face,
her smile,
her jaw,
her chest,
her *******,
down till her waist.

with every breath she would inhale,
apart of me she would prevail,
as all I saw Within her eyes where dreams of us in silent snow.