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