Splatmaster posted:

In Norway where the Northern Lights
Shine from high above,
Where winter's might clings hard and tight
Like a fisted glove,

The cold it bites, you try to fight,
To flee the clinging chill-
The darkness chases away the light,
And drains away your will.

Until the sun once again comes,
To chase away the cold-
I give to you a poem of love,
For you to have and hold.

May you always feel the warmth
Of your loving bride,
And may you never feel the chill,
Of an absence by your side.

May you always find joy,
By a cheery fire
And never of each other's company,
Will you ever tire!