A Winter's Eve

Whence forth you came, and I rejoiced,
In your subtle tones, and dimpled cheek,
that greeted me, one starry eve,
long ago on a winter’s eve,
at my window ledge.

If only Romeo and Juliet hath seen us,
A rival we could have been,
Before the fleeting winds parted you from me,
So now at my window ledge I stand,
To wish upon a shooting star, that you will return into my arms.

As the days roll by, with the fleeing clouds,
And the seasons over leap one another,
I frantically search for a piece of you,
That may be found on a bitter night, of a winter eve,
When the salty air, stings my eyes with tears.

To mourn my loss, a widow of foul fortune,
I pass the time, reminiscing, recalling the echo of your laugh,
that once stalked these castle walls, your head,
Falling softly into my lap, caressing your silky hair,
Taking turns to console one another.