As sun will pierce, the white of snow will melt,
Though winter slain the green of blades to brown.
Can love endure without a chilling welt?
To warm within and melt all ice surround.
Begin the day with broken hearted grin,
To touch the diamond snow with barren hand.
Unknown to frost, you bare and burn within,
A grasp withdrawn as quick as snow now lands.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem