“...the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...”

“...I'm constantly agitated, restless - I work moments like worry beads until I see your face...”

“...I'm not in control and without a firm spot, like Archimedes I can't move the world - let alone your heart..”

“...in January, everything seems desolate. The Moon ascends to cold heights - and I, a ragged sky filled with dark kisses...lie abandoned by you...”

“...all this time I've been worshiping you - when other men wanted to kiss you, I've been offering the praise of my lips...”

“...I hardly ever see your profile, but have I told you it's beautiful? - like the soft gentle lines of snow...”

“...when you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ...”