Winter drops of icy dew,

sprinkle down on moments that to me are new,

The hold on my hand tightens, you're afraid of slipping too,

on Winter drops of icy dew,

lips quite pink, eyes seemingly blue,

I'll take the warmth you place in my heart and melt away the things upsetting you.

We'll take a stroll, to a meadow of white.

Eyes seemingly blue take in a magical sight,

drops of ice twinkle in the light, not from the sun, but from your smile.

It's these moments that give me winter
blushes,

Just one thought of your presence, and my blood rushes.

I'll grab your hand, to the center we shall go

To build a family made entirely of snow,

If you'd like we'd make a family of our own,

Where smiles are made of skin rather than tiny river stones.