I am winter
Cold, broken and bitter.
You are spring
Happy, carefree and loved.
I look at you like the diamond that you are. But why is it that you are loosing your shine.
If I dance the haka for you
Will our love blossom
If I sing for you
Will we become something special.
Brand new flowers to replace the bitter ones.
But it's the cold that helps people shine like the sun.
Your golden light is dimming.
My light is moving like the stars.
Seasonal love but wondering are you the one?
We are forbidden lovers.
You wear the skin of green.
I wear the frost upon my shoulders because I am the older one.
You seem to be a child but yet your age resemble a noble one. 2 tenths later. How is it that I'm the chosen one.
We are both riding the bike of love. But yet my bike is faster than yours. You seem to be taking your time. I want to become more of yours.
I do not wish to bid thee a farewell when you already had begun.
We are on a journey of trying to become one.
But all of the signs tell me that it's time to move on.
Because you are not my chosen one.
