I love the quiet,
Of these cold
Lonesome nights.
The darkened world
Left sleeping in warmth and peace.
I love these thoughts,
That ravish my mind:
Like a fire without warmth,
As I listen to the silence.
I love the sight,
Of the snow covered hills,
and the forests, and fields.
Frozen under their white blankets
Awaiting the warmth of a forgotten sun.
I love the peace,
Of this colourless world,
Cold and Hated,
But beautiful all the same.
And I love the Quiet,
Of these cold winter nights,
Where the warmth that you bring
Is all that I need.
Feb 25, 2011
Feb 25, 2011 at 6:19 AM UTC
I love the quiet,
Of these cold
Lonesome nights.
The darkened world
Left sleeping in warmth and peace.
I love these thoughts,
That ravish my mind:
Like a fire without warmth,
As I listen to the silence.
I love the sight,
Of the snow covered hills,
and the forests, and fields.
Frozen under their white blankets
Awaiting the warmth of a forgotten sun.
I love the peace,
Of this colourless world,
Cold and Hated,
But beautiful all the same.
And I love the Quiet,
Of these cold winter nights,
Where the warmth that you bring
Is all that I need.
Written by: M. G. Stankovich