From a far away mist, in a solemn winter land
A fair maiden there lives, with her beau on right hand
Snow falls on quiet paths, as they walk on dawn's morn
A gentle breeze blows, and silence is thus torn
She shivers as wind, flies solemnly through her hair
He wraps his arms around her, the wind's burden to bare
Her heart feels not the wind, for a fire glows within
This flame burns eternal, with little chance to ever dim
He looks restfully in her eyes, wondering what more there is to find
Into those beacons of light he sees, her heart, soul and mind
Running a finger across her face, as the elements beat worn skin
He holds her steadfast in his strong arms, and delicately draws her in
Perhaps on some cold and chilling, long winter’s day
You will entice me into your arms, and hold me this way.