I like to think I'm immortal
When you steal a stolen kiss
And I like to say I'm collected,
But everything's amiss.

I think I'm very capable
That I can do this,
This love and give and take.
How unfortunate it be,
I am so puzzled
As an onslaught
Takes me away.

I am not immortal
I cannot stay,
Life is short but
The list is long of things
I believe could wait.

You are Winter,
You are nature.
For I could not survive
With just someone close
And just my voice,
You are my unattainable goal.