What once was written about her

Discover the beauty of snow in the Winter time

Look out the window even though the shades are drawn

100 flakes falling on the tip of your tongue

100 flakes covering your eyes from the light.

And watch a beautiful woman ride down the path

Running behind that tree where you carved a heart

Proclaiming to the world at large just how large

The love within your heart once was.

She was the perfect woman, her parents were rich

But time passes by, complain to no avail,

They turn into this and you get a couple of these

Your arms cannot grow wide enough.

No, you cannot pay enough to keep that irresistible

Urge ablaze, cry though you might and curse though you will

Her hair will gray, and your waist will sag,

Nobody can have magic to change these ways.

Fear not that your love will dim under the weight

Of all the winter flakes that fall for all the Winters

No, the screaming passion will re-emerge in time

With a glow that lasts for as many years as you.