Gentle sculptures made by snow
Lie above the cold, dark ice
As morning arrives
And winter murmurs its cold
Through the small spaces of my venetian blinds

I long to sleep in, and dream more about you
As my screaming alarm
Makes loud, pounding sounds
And tries to awake my soul
As I lay thinking, about your touch

You incubate my thoughts
As I hear the soft, gentle movement of the storm
It taps the rooftop, hurriedly
While silence fills the air in my room
Though I lay warm, wrapped by your heart

Feelings of your kiss
Still lingers-long upon my lips
I am a princess, and you are my prince divine
I am untouched by the vibrations of the city
As fast moving cars go flying by my house

I have no desires to look for other lovers
Love finds me with you, jubilant and it raptures…
The heavenly shadows from true bliss
As we soak in a bath made by ecstasy
Dreams are never meant to wake us…