Those eyes could speak no softer,
Than they did this december morn.
A smile rose out of my heart,
From her it was truely born.
Her beauty so innocent,
Like a childs distant gaze.
Had my heart at a loss,
My mind in a total daze.
If ever again in a cold December,
This beauty remains cold.
I would offer my arms to her,
As long as she needs to hold.