Wispers of winter love

In the quiet of falling snowflakes' elegance,

An affection story composed, a delicate hug.

Covered murmurs, a snowy store,

In the quiet dance of affection in the snow.

Each chip a commitment, a sensitive kiss,

Under the moon's delicate, silver rapture.

Impressions of energy in an unblemished shine,

Scratching our story in affection's most perfect stream.

Snowflakes weave an embroidery of want,

Touching off hearts with a cold fire.

Glasslike minutes, frozen in time,

Our affection, a tune, a sweet ring.

As we walk around this frigid space,

Inseparably, a glow we maintain.

The world might be chilly, the breezes might blow,

However, we track down comfort in adoration's delicate gleam.

Snowflakes fall like murmurs of dedication,

A quiet promise, a tranquil inclination.

In this colder time of year wonder, where dreams present,

Our adoration blooms, unfaltering and aglow.

In the midst of the cold air, love takes off,

Painting a material, unadulterated and white.

Impressions of adoration, an everlasting show,

In the charming quietness of affection in the snow.