Underneath evergreen trees
Whilst we lie in the crisp snow,
I will whisper in your ear
Words often left unspoken.
Words only ever meant for you.
With the sun's love, a snowy mountain can melt. But there are some mountains who have never felt the sun's rays on them, and will forever remain ice-cold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sweet, sweet, sweet..makes me want to hear those words. =P SG