To My Snow-girl

Did I tell you
we would grow old together, my snow-girl?
Do not wipe—let your tears flow...

I will send hugs and
the colours of the seasons...
I promised you all of those colours, remember?

I told you
we were going to grow old together, my old girl...
You look like rain and snow,
and you look like joy...

Look, I hid in the heat—
the most beautiful of smiles,
And I know you to the point of pain,
to your last turn...
And I live through you, and I laugh
with you, and I inhale you...
If you go away,
I'll rise up completely needlessly…

You're getting old with me,
I grow old with you, my snow-girl!
You are my miracle!
My life and love....