Queen of winter

Be that soothing winter 

and shrivel my sombre.

Opening the unlatched door 

of my love 

with sweet jostle,

sit on the throne of niche. 

Be my muse,

be my queen of winter 

and let me indite 

my creations on your contour 

for my pain stricken heart 

of summer and rain 

to gain a plethora of love.