Over life’s rugged roads,
Looking beyond winter’s chills,
For love’s breeze of spring loads,
The hope surely keeps me still.
That first breathe of winter,
Gets us put and stop to roam,
Loneliness is a bad hunter,
Yet, with love finally home.
When seasons are scattered,
And you fail even to blend;
When affairs seem shattered,
Seek your lover as a friend.
The love shield is ironclad,
Yet nothing in love is free,
Your happiness can’t be fad,
When under the Christmas’ tree.
Dare have blasting wonders,
Put the sunshine in your smiles,
Amid lightening and thunders,
Each day will lessen the guiles.