For soothe thy aching soul that is my wind,

And let the light of love shine down upon me.

Let the cold of winter nip at my nose

So that I may hold you against my chest,

I shall watch you sip the warmest of teas

And watch snow drift across the winter land,

As we sit with blanket by the fire

Burning in the fireplace of our small cabin.

So I may stare deep in your eyes

Drag softly the tips of finger across your lips

Brush thy cheek with my palm

And pull us together into one.