2The frosts have come,
You're the one,
The love of loves,
The hates of hates,
The joy of joys,
The longest of waits,
Till we are joined,
A Godrens match,
The pleasure of both,
The key and the latch.
The frosts have gone,
We see our wrong,
The war is done,
The battles won,
At the cost of many a son,
And you're still the one,
My love of loves,
My hate of hates,
My joy of joys,
But without the wait.