I was...

She... she was like a gentle bird. Like the most fragrant violet... And only in her arms I melted and was playful Like a cat picked up on the street. And comparing me then and now with her! You! will never recognize me! Never would have seen me Cold.. and harsh, like a winter day. With her I seemed to... blossom Blossomed, that even through a thick layer of snow flowers made their way to the top And the grass still reached for the sun, Which illuminated hope in the harsh, cold winter.