The snow fell slow and monotone
as if saying … oh well, let’s get it over with.
It was much too late for the time of year,
there was green.
And while I was keeping you warm,
and held you in my arms,
there fell a large white flake
on our kiss.
That’s how things go with love,
snow falls on the fire,
The first time, it makes you jump,
but it grows on you eventually.
I love you, I love you,
a day, a year, a life.
I know that love holds lots of spring
but also bits of snow.
— Toon Hermans