Winter

The soft wind caresses my face 

As I feel myself fall under your embrace

and with beauty comes the winter snow

and I never want to let go 

I will ask myself again and again 

if this is just a dream, something of pretend 

but as I feel the snow drift upon my face

I know this is real, a moment that will not be replaced 

The coldness then touches me like the dark

and I'm afraid that from me you will part

but as you hold my hand and pull me in

I feel my inevitable fate start to begin

I understand that I will not be alone 

and a full heart I now own  

and as the winter brings darkness and cold

I will have nothing to fear, but someone to hold