Though my love is over,
And fall could cling no more,
I shall enter into winter,
Much warmer than before.
Fire hoarding elements,
Closely in it's store,
Burns beneath the ashes,
Hidden in it's core.

And though my love is over,
And waits on distant shore,
And winter yet again returns,
And likewise, for a score,
And seasons, ever-changing,
And change they do implore,
My heart remains much warmer,
And will forevermore.