Waxy flowers poking through Snow so white Flowers bright. Made me think of you. I see once more yoursweet white hair, Soft as snow On pillow. Now my bed is bleak and bare , Face alight,flower to sun, I loved you. Love so true. Fear by love was overcome. Cyclamen in the snow, Pink and red, Now frozen,dead. Love was,oh,so long ago. But never gone from in my mind. Thoughts so deep, Upwards seep. Love was gentle,love was kind
And always in my mind