I fell for her in winter, my winter girl
she had rosy red cheeks and beautiful curls
Her skin was so pale, doves were ashamed
and she knew my heart well so she didn't play games
Oh but her heart was a frozen lake
water turned black by the deep cold
sending shivers of solitude in each wake
She didn't bestow anyone a smile,
one that would make her white teeth appear
a shocking contrast to her mellow style,
because she was so naive
Her rueful complexion only dawned my interest;
how can someone so detached to the world
also be the bravest?
This was my winter girl
emotions meek like the leaves that fell from the trees
long before winter started
Beauty so perplexing, her whole being was a painting
A stroke of scarlet would create her lips
Ashy undertones would establish her eyes
The trunk of a pine tree be her hair
She smelled of apples and cinnamon
the purest winter harmonies,
my beautiful winter girl...