Lover of cold

In the bitter cold,
You stand there in your armor.
Your metal shield,
Reflecting in the bright sunlight,
And ur sword hanging,
Open for the light to wash and bathe it.
You march steadily.
To and fro the sword sways on your side.
I stand there frozen in my place in the snow,
As I await for the moment,
In which you finally come to me.

The minutes pass by as years,
Time brushing past my shoulder gently,
As if making its presence known to me.
Oh my dear, how beautiful you look,
Dazzling in the sunlight so.
But how long will it take for you to reach me?
How long shall I wait,
To feel ur gentle fingertips brush upon my skin?

I am getting impatient.
I find myself moving.
Where? I do not know.
My love,
With you, time passes by like days.
How longer must I wait for you to reach me?

-Anonymous