This blue-hearted bloom amid the snow
Sits upon the mountain's side,
And just from casual glance I know
My heart will always here abide.
The wind rips at her fragile petals,
Threatening to tear her limb from limb.
Yet I have a breastplate wrought of metal,
And can shelter her within.
Winter bites and snaps at me,
But it may do whatever it will.
While she is safe in my shield's lee,
I will heed no earthly chill.