I, the goddess of winter, am often heard of but so rarely seen

My presense and every step brings a drastic change in scene.

The beautiful flowers of spring that I enjoy so much

Sadly approach their end and die with my touch.

I take a pretty red rose to smell its wonder, but it dried up in my hand

Tears that form to snow began to fall, why could I not understand?

I drop the rose and continue to carry out the dead season

But for one so gloomy, what could possibly be its reason?

Why could I not be born into this world a human

Instead of always wishing since time began?

Why must my rest and departure come before spring

So I’m not able of hearing him, the god of spring, sing?

As I fly over the world and watch everything lose its heart

I know that searching for my love must take its start.

Many a lesson I should have learned and clearly see

That the man I seek is the man who puts an end to me.

Though my search is futile, I long for that chance

Where my eyes share with him one final glance

How I wish to be lost in his embrace

And just be able to hold his face.

My time on Earth is almost finished

For the snow and winds seem to diminish.

There I see him, standing with much life

Who does not know he causes my strife

Just as I always wish, his eyes look to mine

And I try, but this moment is impossible to define.

I feel myself begin to disappear as his birds start to sing.

I cry my last for my winter is always killed by his spring.