She

Oh, mother Sappho! I call upon you

There's a girl of who we need to confer

She came into my life like morning dew,

And stayed like a ceaseless winter froze her.

And winters can be harsh, may burn like fire,

But I will stand the ice for her soft soul,

For her enchanting voice like a gold lyre,

And for the way she commands in life's roles.

Because I fear the day that winter ends.

I fear when the ground will be void of snow,

That time of the year when time seems to blend.

No sun is worth being put in such throes, 

I surely would be in that horrid pain

Without she that is the blood in my veins