Laying on a bearskin...

Laying on a bearskin indulged by twilight air,
Smiling at my own reflection in your hazel eyes,
It seems that happiness is endless in love and heartfelt care,
In vivid tongues of fireplace or diamond glare of the stars.

Fluffy snowflakes behind my window dance in blizzard,
Blasts of northern wind give stunning tremble to my ears,
It makes me feel I am a fairy in hugs of handsome wizard,
You struck your magic wand and I forgot my blackest fears.

A glass of wine intoxicated me like kiss of passion,
Snowy fragrance of the mystic night enveloped both of us,
You are my brightest memory, my unforgettable occasion,
It`s such a pleasure hearing the echo of the loving hearts.

I may be wrong to think we can prolong the dance of pleasure,
To turn our pale faces to the light of scorching sun,
To keep our love like masterpiece of priceless treasures
And live as if we were created to be one.

No strange thoughts when dreams come true in frosty whisper,
When life gives brilliant chance for better us,
We can be innocent, insane and little frisky,
We burn the New Year night as we shuffle fortune cards.

As ground is buried under heavy blanket of the snow,
I muffle up my trembling body into woolen rug,
I lived my life and fought with inner doubts and rebel foes,
Now it`s all over, I can`t resist when drowning in your hugs.

I can stand up and turn my face to ice-cold winter,
To freeze in snowstorm and melt in spring like Snow White,
Blow out the candles to make them later glare and kindle,
To be the only loved by you under the silver wonder night.