She stands out in the winter snow,
Standing by his window,
Watching him write something in his book,
She thouches the glass and silently cry,
Because he is the one that brings her to life.
She brings up the courage and confidence,
To knock on his window,
He opens it,
and she stands very still,
With a pale face, looking like shes ill.
He questions her,
Why is she standing there,
She looks like an idiot,
Cold and bare,
She hands him the flowers,
In the shivering cold,
Telling him that she loves him,
And he is the only one she would hold.
He left her in her silence,
and closed his window,
Little did he know,
Her heart was broken,
And she gave up,
She let him go.
She strived back home,
All in the cold,
Her eye sight was getting blurry,
and she became numb,
filled with fury.
Her body gave one step,
Then she fell to the ground,
The silent night,
That was the only sound,
Her body stayed,
and her spirit floated,
Back to his window,
Standing by him,
and watching the winter snow,
and the one she loved, that would always glow.
The only thing he would know,
That she loved him deep down in her soul,
That night,
he went to sleep,
and it was his secret to keep.
