"Andrew,
You do not remind me of Winter.
But there is a beauty about you, like a blanket of marvel across a known territory, it is made anew to eyes that found those grounds familiar.
Maybe you are the snow.
And if you are, I long to be your earth.
Pure, and in her youth... prepared to be covered in your sacred power.
To be dressed by you. To be shaped by you.
You can make my dead world look anew"
I get endless love letters but this one came this morning from Lithuania.
Is this some sort of famous poem or did she write it herself?
Im not sure if I recognise the theme.