I stay true,
Even times When i may be weak,
I look upon you,
Knowing where angels walk,
Bringing fourth light,
Even on the verge of night,
I feel lost,
In gardens of snow,
You take my heart and watch it grow,
Melting away the frost,
What was once predicted cold,
Now fading years,
The joy decays,
Leaving behind ecstatic days.
