'Twas winter on a frostbit afternoon,
After the fall, and glory of the sun,
Where I imagined to believe in June,
To melt the ice inside this lonely one.
Snowflakes did slide inside my soul and stir,
Fervent feelings of frost fashioned in ice.
Yet my thoughts young of youth would yield to her,
To June, like Christ, my flesh would sacrifice.
Passions of winter clouds and heavens heat,
Seduced imaginations in my mind.
As shadows of my thoughts left June to meet,
Love in my soul, leaving the cold behind.
Unto my knees I kneel knowledge to pray,
To never change the thoughts of June away.