Could it fall on a colder day?
Still winter, still stormy
The heart does not know why
For it is always cold or stormy
So much talk and planning
Seems there is duty everywhere
Some are left alone in the cold
Only comforted by not needing to make plans
Love and romance seem dead these days
A dance and a game
There seems little hope for happyness
What joy is offered?
Yet another year passes
Yet again, the need to survive the coldest day of the year