Sylvia wandered in the cold cold snow
up the steep hill where mountaineers go,
doubting romeo's love, but heavens above,
he adored her, and she didn't know.
Why hadn't he told her his motive was true
or did he lack confidence, so to do?
He also travelled up the hillside of snow
calling her name, with teardrops of woe.
Suddenly, he found her...his darling so shy,
he held and caressed her; romance hit the sky!
No need to doubt it, for heavens above,
their story is told in the 'archives of love'.
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