Curse the wind that cries in the night
It's plaintive howl taunts my reverie.
Where is the warmth of one Summer's love
Now gone with the ghosts, of Winter's memory?

Was not the breeze once warm with desire
Caressing our bodies in our field of dreams?
Did not our passion relinquish all doubts
Or were we just blinded to Winter's extremes?

Did you not feel the heat in my breast
As it surged from the depths of my soul?
Did we not dance to Dante's delight
Oblivious to the mock of Winter's goal?

Harken; the wind now teases my mind
Snow lays bleak, 'pon your idle path,
Tears fall in silence, rain drowns their plea
I'm lost in the shadows of Winter's wrath.

Curse the wind that cries in the night
It's plaintive howl taunts my reverie,
Gone is the warmth of one Summer's love
Lost with the ghosts in Winter's misery.

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