Are you blind? can you not see?
That it is your words doing this to me?
One step closer, one more to go.
Then many steps back, and fall in the snow.
Lying alone here, bound to freeze,
Your eyes met mine, and put me at ease.
You reach out your hand, but pull away fast.
You turn away, leaving me in the past.
Dying alone on this snowy hill,
I make one last wish, my living will.
I wish for a man with honor and pride.
A man who is worthy to make me a bride.
But this wish will not come to pass,
for here, the snow falls and gathers in mass.
Before I know it, I am buried alive.
With my final breaths, I count to five.
I count my five fingers, and my five toes.
I count my five kisses, but everyone knows.
Those five kisses stole my heart from my chest.
But the love behind them as all a jest.
So as I lay dying, I make one last request.
Please save my soul, but let my body rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem