The beauty
of the snows subtlety
The way they drift,
quite delicately
...
She, is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen
She, is like a dream
Her lips are subtle like the petals of the reddest roses
Her eyes are round and wide, she is awake, she is alive
...
My heart doesn't belong to me
My heart belongs to another
Without them knowing
That my heart lies
...
I don't know what to write,
Except
My discontent about life
...