• My heart breaks as the snow drifts down
    as I hear your sweet low sound.
    You tell me this story which I never knew
    and stories which strike a nerve a new.

    My Soul burns as the snow shifts out
    as you say whats going about.
    You were so young and sweet
    we were so very late to meet.

    My Mind conflicts as the snow falls
    as I think of why you called.
    You mean more to me then you may know
    and here is my gift to you with a ribbon and a bow