You walk towards me
My bride-to-be,
And suddenly I'm there,
In the mountains
The snow falling around
Flowers frosting in your hair...

A flowing white dress you're in
A beautiful thing,
Crystal studded boots on your feet
A cosy blue tinted muff
You're strutting your stuff
As our eyes meet.
The breeze blows your face
You smile with grace,
Your elegant cloak
Covers your footsteps
Outlined with perfect lace.
Your gorgeous blonde hair
Put up with such care,
A sapphire comb arranged
So your wispy tendrils don't look bare.
I'm in a dream,
You're my ice-queen,
Piercing eyes so blue
As you look at me
I say the words
Not I love you,
But close enough
They mean as much,
As I hug you tight
And say
I do...