Today, my dearest, the snow fell.
But today it doesn´t bother me, because
the snow tonight is white, it
isn´t yet spoiled by exhausts from the traffic, it
isn´t yet stepped upon, stomped and driven into the
ground by the people; the contenders and competitors as
they hurriedly run by.
It isn´t brown, grey or blackish now, it´s new and
untouched and unspoiled, it´s
pure as the virginity I search for and as the love I hold
for thee right now, and
it is falling even as we speak.
So there is no time to waste.
I tell thee my dearest, were it within me, I would dance
with thee this very night,
through the gleaming and glittering streets we would
swing and we would waltz;
and in our flight, we
would be in time together, in between us.
And I would be cold then as I am cold now,
but thou would warm me with
thy air and thy footsteps,
thy breath and thy bosom, and
thy tears would thaw me and my fingers would be nimble
once again, it
is thee I lack under these stars, thee
I lack in this wintry night, that I alone can see for my
eyes are open now, it is
thee I see in their reflection, and it
is the dance that will make us.

So be with me today, as our fire make for ourselves a
place to stay,
in this wintry night of mine,
thou comest with light, and
the chill I feel would no
longer be.

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