Billows of a winter snow blowing through my curtain window
all I sweet remember is the way the willow tree smelled
that creamy, sugary, wintergreen scent of its lovely mellow  
and the way the sun tilted each time you looked at me...
Snowflakes falling from a heavy laden sky of marble
and though my heart is longing, it is full of your song
that slow jazz music made us drunk as we danced
beneath the sultry moon, like a a fork and spoon  
February shivers, my how the winter defuses  
all that is left is the scent of a warmth remembered  
healing hands,  * secret pillow talks  
You grew old I grew old, then we both stopped living
My how I recall those winter snaps,
two young lovers lost in the silk of life's entwine    
I remember when our love was fresh and new
like the weeping willow, dressed to the nines  
Ah !  But those were different times and now is now,
I am presently lost, ... in this winter pow.