You gaze at your frosted breath   Aware the outlines of your scars have faded   Along with the wilted flower petals      Though your kisses may have been playful   They were drenched in the scent   of suggested sin      If only you could have stopped his breath then   With freezing fingers lovingly entwined      This is the scene woven   From your sad dreams   As your naïve vows   Are breaking and fluttering away      While you shiver as if you would disappear,   the snow now dances round your clasped hands      Fleeting happiness and then   Brought cruelly to your senses   You did nothing but   Simply cursed your ever-dry limbs      If I’m not allowed to even love   Then force me beneath the snow   with your own arms