It is the still night leaving me so cold

The month of flowers, of budding new life

Has me hopeful for warmth, not feeling so old.

This frigidness and snow, a cutting knife.

My warmth derives from the heart of my love

For he is the one I will ever need

Blue eyes, his hand fitting mine as a glove.

Love, pouring from his heart, is how I feed.

Brown hair, a perfect smile, longing glances

Seizing me, in company or absence

Uplifted as his presence impresses

Gripping security captures his all

Familiar embrace, easing my worries

Bound in love, I will be caught if I fall.