I shall follow

Winter is not becoming, though a blanket does it lay,
to brighten the landscape and protect the memories of yesterday.

The winds do not whisper, they roar with a mighty rage, to tell
the story of the darkness and tales of gray.

The willow no longer weeps, the sky no longer dim, for just one
thought of your love and I removed from this earthly sin.

My heart I have given, my soul it knows so very well that
each day with you is heaven and I see know signs of hell.

If shades of sadness should wander and my spirit lost
in the fog of the day, all I need but close my eyes and
allow your love to lead the way.