Freshly sparkling snow,

Wish it wasn't so much of a glow,

Maybe it wouldn't have me so low,

Oh, these snowy meadows!

The fields not a match for her lovely face.

No.. They were never a match against her.

Perhaps, these meadows need to be scrapped.

To turn barren, and forgetful.

To resemble a vast nothingness.

Only then, might peace warp over me.

Only then, can I become sane again.

But until then,

I MISS YOU SO MUCH.