The Perfect Snow

Being with you may not be my thing But to me you are everything You are my sunshine and rainbow Ever glittering - a perfect snow A rore that shines till eternity A reflection of my precious memory The tamer of my anarchy When piquing storms foster disharmony How could I be solemn without your company? When the raucous winds constantly pique my hands for bleed? When only a snapshot reminds me of your beauty? When the roaring lions want me for their feed? For you are my sunshine in the evening When the wind is like the lightning When the shadow of the morning Is as bleak as departing.