All beings search for ambition through love,
A love that will prove different for all
And wake them like winter morn from above,
Because from heaven that love waits to fall

It will fall in various ways for each,
And also be seen different as well
Time and place will vary, when love they reach
As will the need always change without fail

Whether it be soul, place or an object,
The love will do the same for everyone
Yet some, love at first sight, choose to reject,
And for them, winter will go on, all done

But as they grow cold, they miss the brisk morning,
That winter love that woke them from mourning