The Art of Confusion

Diana Frost

I miss winter

Its cold, hard touch

And I miss you

About as much

There's only one

To take your place

And he resides

In winter's grace

I'll wait for him

Beneath a tree

And hope for you

To rescue me

But you won't come

Before he does

I'll marry him

You see, because

With winter's frost

He comes each year

And it's still three

Before you're here

'Cause I can't wait

This sharp despair

Is killing me

'Cause you're not there

I'd rather die

In ice and snow

For I can't feel

In ten below

I'll run away

Deep in the dark

They'll never know

You broke my heart

I guess I'll cry

Before the end

I'll wish I told

At least one friend

But tears will freeze

As time goes by

My skin all blue

I'll know he's nigh

The mournful wind

Lulls me to sleep

I'll pray the Lord

My soul to keep

As I drop off

Jack Frost will come

I'll stare at him

For I can't run