In the mist that veils a mountain's peak,
Where snow-kissed heights in silence speak,
Our beauty, like the fog's embrace,
Yet in our hearts, a chill we trace.

I once perceived myself a perilous land,
Yet you, with love, like an artist's hand,
Paint beauty on this treacherous terrain,
Where danger dwells, you find no disdain.

In the somber air, where shadows weep,
Frozen tears upon emotions steep,
You grasp my hand with gentle force,
A warmth in cold, a comforting course.

We tread on paths where frost may bite,
Yet, entwined, our souls take flight,
For in the risk of love, we find,
A refuge sweet, our hearts combined.