Porcelain, the chilly
White of fresh Dresden snow
Sits on the windowsill.
Kaleidoscope of rich
Maroon and gold dances
In the winter sunshine.

The one gift she asked for.
He saved all his money
To grant a final wish:
Her childhood fantasy,
One luxury glowing
In the winter sunshine.

Fragility of life
Released in wispy breaths
Of steam soon extinguished.
Warmth of blood grows colder
Than snowy porcelain
In the winter sunshine.

Just one more final sip,
Smiling, content and free.
He smiles back, an echo
Of their lover forever,
Cherished in this moment
In the winter sunshine.