Your wish is my command! :hail: This will be my last one for today though. It's also a bit hard to understand.

Snow

Autumn leaves now are dead,
Gone from where they played.
Sheets of white lie asleep,
Taking true what they keep.

Blemished over wintry rime,
Unable to stir in time.
There she is, alive within
Dull yet awake only in kin.

Her face, it plagues quiet,
Lost, burdened with regret.
Distant, forelorn and still,
Caught in the sudden chill.

Her eyes, eternally undone,
Paused for an image of sun
It sears the blank ceiling,
And sees seraphs take wing.

Her lips, ruby, now pallid,
Without warmth oh so vivid.
Splintered by buried pleas,
Whilst lament murders glee.

Yet who is this dame I spy?
This who on the frosts lies?
Her name's one that's lost,
Finding a home in the frost.

This love will set ablaze,
And tally past winter days.
Here, her name I will know
It is she, for she is snow.

Good luck understanding it!