Sitting in a snow covered field
Wishing I had you by my side
Even the coldest parts of my heart
Go soft at the sight of you

It's wrong, I know
That I have this infatuation with you
And being completely honest,
I wish it would go away, too

Fears of the worst
Continue to pierce my heart
Like sharp icicles
Leaving cold, bleeding wounds

Hopefully by the time spring arrives
These feelings will be long gone

I'll be able to enjoy the flowers
With you by my side
As nothing more
Than what we were meant to be