You always said you hated the snow

To you, winter was barren, dead.

A glance at the white world and we'd know

There was no appeal for it in your head.

But to me, winter is comforting and kind.

Like the soft snowflakes drifting down,

It blankets us with peace of mind

And the winter's silence covers the sound.

Like the snow piling up,

My heart swells at the thought of you.

I can never seem to get enough,

This is my unspoken truth.

But the sun rises for morning again,

And the ice cracks with the sun's light.

And I'm forced once more to spend

The day waiting for the night.

I'm the moon to your sun,

The winter chill to your summer heat.

I'll be relentlessly chasing the one

Until one day, we can finally meet.