All i see, a blizzard.

White snow fogging up my mind,

Keeping me blind,

and bind to fate. 

There i see standing in the air,

a maiden with locks of tuscany hair,

with a voice so sweet and fair.

Her smile catches me distrait.

She warms my frozen heart,

The melodies playing in my mind such art.

But thou cannot interrelate.

I must be quiet lock it all away,

my love nay.

for my vision back to gray. 

and i no longer see straight.