I have never known a love so strong
That could enfeeble the might of my wall;
Always too careful of unsullied happiness
Fearing the wait upon Melancholy’s call.
Yet when the leaves shed cloaked by the mist,
When the chill gently caresses my skin,
My heart gets filled with cosmic warmth,
Pleasure so stellar, it looks like sin!
For the cold I have known, the cold I have loved,
The cold I have cherished in my heart,
The only companion I have let stay with me
Bestowing vivacity to my dreary art!
And I set myself free, let my wall crumble,
I allow me to feel what the frost enthralls;
Let the crisp wind in the air play with my hair,
Until when sweet Melancholy calls…