The Gift
Snow falling heavily on my shoulders,
soft crunch underfoot,
harsh bite of air in my face,
must pick up the pace
My hand frozen on my staff
stillness in the air
sky thick and heavy with snow,
many miles to go
My sigh escapes me
in a cloud of breathy steam,
for this gift i carry,
i must not tarry
This precious thing
that comes with me
must be given
to the one who's has been chosen,
on this land of frozen
No more miles to go
in this land of falling snow,
the warmth of my gift
heats me so
stillness of air
snow falling silently
My heart guides me so ,
through ice and drifting snow
lantern light,
in growing dark of night
I will soon be there
for the gift cannot wait,
must never be late
Soft knock at wooden door,
it opens,
for this is the lady I saw
in my dreams,
the gift I carry for
Warmth of firelight,
I hold the gift I have carried so far,
in this land of white
I hold her hands in mine
golden light flows between
for you have just seen
the gift of love ,so fine
Her soft kiss,
melts my snow
this is my place,I know,
something not to miss.
through ice and snow drift
we both have the gift
For you only really know
in this land of ice and drifting snow,
that the heart beats so,
for the gift of love
Firelight flickering,
soft candlelight glowing,
my pulse quickening,
sharing the gift,
in our love making
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