Lover's Plea

Such a vibrant love as ours
Cannot fall off this tree
and succumb to Winter

No.
Darling, please...

Do not turn cold, your cheek...
There will never come a love like ours again.

Gently call the birds to return,
To rest upon our brows, and sing their embracing songs
Inside our hearts
And let the music come again

A love so bright
The stars will reconsider if it is truly night

Seek these docile hands of mine
Which cannot hold winter yet...