The winter is cold my love.

Was it so long ago?
You and me were on a walk.
The snow was white and shiny.

We got in the sleigh to go home.
You looked at me. And then you asked me.
We were so happy that it started to snow. But we didn't notice.
Winter was warm my love.
There was not a sign of frost.
Winter was lost.
Or did love paint an illusion?

Spring came and Summer followed.
Everyday was the same thing. Happiness.

Until that Fall.
The trees started to lose their leaves.
As I watched the leaves blow away.
I watched you blow away as well.
I watched our love go.
And now I know.

I am the trees in the Fall.
You are my leaves.

Now the Winter is cold my love.
Will it ever be warm?
Like it was then?