When the summer heat
beats down from above,
and spring is painfully new.

When autumn is full
of colours falling,
I'll think back to winter
when all I needed was you.

Memories made in the falling snow,
by frozen waters close to the wind chilled sky.

Songs sung in mid winter,
memories made and flagons raised high.

Your light and kindness,
the flame with which you crowned me,
the name we claimed.

Your warm affections
and kinds words,
will ever be wind for the wings
of this little bird.

So, when the summer heat
beats down from above,
and spring is painfully new.

When autumn is full
of colours falling,
I'll think back to winter
when all I needed was you.


Penned by my hand on the 13th of Phaestian, in the year 901 AF.