Shall I compare thee to a winters night?

You're darker by far and more pervasive

The chill in the air kills any thought of staying out longer

Rushing me inside to drink something hot and cuddle down

Whose pristine skies bless down flurries of frozen inconsistencies

turns dirty, ugly, slushy in my boot and burns my fingers numb and blue

Either because I lost my gloves or Jack Frost was feeling feisty

Oh, but this keen season won't ever lose it's frosted charm

Nor shall I forget the icy breaths that gave me life

Life can never drain you of your vitality

But only bring you farther into my tenderness with time

As long as there is snow on the breeze and hope of love

So shall this poem survive and immortalize you with it