When the snow first falls lightly to the ground,
A sudden silence of awe rises from
The hidden, blushed emotion that was bound,
Drowned within the heart by its beating drum.
Among the crystalline flakes and away
From dark lights that cloud this most perfect earth,
Standing are nervous thoughts, leading astray
All the worries of life and doubt of worth.
A wash of rose crosses a frozen cheek
From the melting warmth in a gentle kiss;
It breaks the ice hardened around the weak,
Lost hopes for memories of undying bliss.
A broken heart's void yearns to be replaced
To ward off the cold, like love's warm embrace.