Appearing in just a wink,
The dusky nightfall knows of our winters woe,
To hold and be held against the forest casts,
True is the love affair for the dear one we care,
As another spring that stares up,
From the cold earthlike residual of the world below,
You are the beauty like the colours I dream about and then I awake,
In our natural bodies in which we see the whites,
Only in the most daylight with gentle fondness
We caress with tenderness and play,
Snowdrops thus wild like our passions free and endless,
For the sun bays adieu and all will bed down for the night.
