Ah, my winter, summer girl
skin a sheet of ice and hands even colder
Eyes, my your eyes are warm and red-brown, like summer earth.
Your mouth, rose-bud pink, cracked like tree bark
Your scent, smoke and flowers, harsh and gentle.
You, in my life, harsh because you’ll never be mine
Gentle because I do not mind.
As long as you are there, my beautiful winter, summer girl.
I do not care if you will never be mine,
just as long as I can look upon you and smell your harsh, gentle skin.