The Beauty of Winter
All I can say
is when I met you that day,
you took my breath away.
And then you walked over,
my heart beat slower,
like it tried to stop.
Your hair was like fresh snow,
and I want you to know
that I admire the beauty of Winter.
That glacial gaze
puts me in a daze,
and I wouldn't want any other way.
For, when you came by,
I find that my eyes
can do nothing but follow.
You wouldn't believe
that it's you that I see
when I admire the beauty of Winter.
Then I hear your voice,
and the words of choice,
well, I commit them to memory.
Because, down the line,
I know that in time,
I'll need them again.
So, forever, you see
you'll know that, to me,
I'll always see the beauty of Winter.