Dear Beloved,

The snow falls quietly, leaving a blank canvas

Crumbling beneath the touch of our soles

Was it you? She who warmed the Earth

With her soft smile, melting the coldest of hearts

Leaving nothing but a single drop

As proof that the frozen crystals did exist

That the chill of winter was real

Slowly, I feel the hearth of your laughter

The flame contained in your heart

Has lit a burning Desire within mine