The past, today, it lies heavy 
and the people I love are away, 
Winter is here already and the skies are grey. 
My love he is young and unready 
but he is fair of face and is gay - 
he brings me new life and new ways. 
I pine in my heart for a home 
I once loved well but is gone - 
death leaves the life left overthrown. 
The future is pale and is rose, 
a cool Spring in my heart can arise 
when I look in my future husband's eyes 
and I feel the touch of his hand 
on my skin, my hair blown by the wind, 
white roses to hold and my sorrow unwound.
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