Love came cradled in a velvet-black night,
Stars twinkled as diamonds, nice and bright.
Love came quite softly, like new-fallen snow
To a world long-pining for its gentle show
Love came gift-wrapped, but not with a bow.
The package was swaddled in rags, not in show
There was a precious scent, what was the perfume?
Purest essence of Innocence in that cold room
