Spring Ghiocel

You say I am the Spring Ghiocel
An angel born anew
But you do not see in Winter's hold
That the Springtime belongs to you.

With icy boughs I chill you through
Though your heart is sweet and kind
The warmth within cannot hinder
The love I have maligned

Without you I dwell in a kingdom of ice
Where the barren heart lies unfelt
You belong to the kingdom of fire
Under your passion I do but melt

You believe you depend upon me
That I hold all the power
But please dearest tell me
How the sun depends on the flower.