My Wife, Warmth WhenThe Snow Swirls
The snow swirls, the wind blows,
The icicles hang, it continually snows.
It seems like it's always so cold,
Except in your hand, which I'll always hold.
Holding your hand is like holding spring,
Like holding summer-- it'severything!
You are my wife; I love you so.
You make me forget the wind and snow.
