It snowed today
And I thought of you again
Because every snowflake is
Unique like every freckle
On your cheek is a different shape.
I've come to think the moon doesn't
Enjoy the cold, simply because she
Always hides within the blanket of clouds.
Maybe she is afraid of being bitten by the frost,
Or having a stone-cold heart, but
Maybe that's not the moon at all
It's you.