My sweet thing,
You are the smell of a cool winter breeze,
the skipping heart beat at the first falling snowflake,
the rosy cheeked exitment of seeing an untouched sledding hill,
You are the smell of a cool winter breeze,
the skipping heart beat at the first falling snowflake,
the rosy cheeked exitment of seeing an untouched sledding hill,
you are the peace in a purpled winter sky.