In the snowy, coward night

I met you out of my sight

and never imagine a life

with a crusader fight

You must be shakespeare's queen

whose words were pure of spin.

With those spooky little sins

we made during thy inns.

I still remember the days we spent in the woods

picking our noses, foreve fools.

Even in despair moods we shoot.

Our hearts will never be blue.

Thy special day my sight will see.

Thee true loves kiss, it ends in she.

Eternity,infinity here you'll be.

One night shall pea.