January

Paused at the edge

Of the lamplight

Afraid of the darkness beyond,

It's been so long

Since I last saw you,

Yet I'm here again,

With a rose.

January snow so silent

Will soon cover any tracks

I might leave,

Some still ignore

The truth that I loved you,

Forget me and bury me too.

But for as long

As I'm still breathing,

Every year I'll bring you a rose,

A kiss,

From our long hot summer,

To melt the January snow.