You blow out a candle on that winter night,
In the bluish moonlight you bewitch him tight,
Your forbidden passion is sweet and cold,
Like a cat or Valkyrie, you’re hot and bold!
Barefoot, you rush to him in moonlight's lit
Prickly snow kisses your nimble feet.
What is gonna happen isn’t clearly felt:
Either soul gets frozen, or the ice may melt.