I miss the joyful days of old.
I cry for all sweet kisses lost.
I ache for armour from the cold.
I seethe the bitterness of frost.

I yearn for peace amid chaos.
I long for my lover, divine.
I cry, for I've suffered a loss.
I've lost a love that once was mine.

His face: a painting in my mind.
Icicles drip like tearied eyes.
Snow...