Why does Thou, bury Thy heart under cold boulder ?.
Has our winter been too long ?.
Does Thou yearn for a new summer ?.
Or has Thy blood run cold in (our) long winter ?.
Oh Sir !, take me in Thy arms and hold Thee,
As maybe Thy love shall re-kindle,
For we two, have grown together.
We shall open the garden gate,
And blossom a new spring.
Don't let this winter be our last.
Cherrish the thought of white and pink roses,
Blossoming in our summer, sunshine ray's of warmth.
( I ),
Shall fan your heart my Dearest,
Re-kindle the fire that has smothered in ash.
And summer breeze shall silt away the ash,
That darkened your glow.
And high flames shall rise again,
My Love.

25/8/13.