For the first time in a long time
I love the winter.
The way they sparkle,
not the snowflakes, but your eyes,
makes me fall in love all over again.
Your footprints next to mine
makes the silent chill less lonely,
your hand clasped in mine
makes the world less frozen.
Putting my hands in your pockets
just so I can hold them uninterrupted
by the thick gloves that adorn them,
and walking inside afterwards to
a warm embrace that melts my heart.
When the crunch of the snow underfoot
isn't the only sound able to be heard,
there's laughter that bubbles
in your chest and out of your lips too.
Bouncing on the soles of your feet,
the sheer joy that precedes you,
how can I hold disdain
for any of your happiness?
The cold is incomparable
to the warmth that blossoms
inside my chest in the
mid of this winter.
If it kept on snowing forever,
I think I wouldn't mind if
I got to pull you closer-
if I was with you.
Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 10:35 AM UTC
For the first time in a long time
I love the winter.
The way they sparkle,
not the snowflakes, but your eyes,
makes me fall in love all over again.
Your footprints next to mine
makes the silent chill less lonely,
your hand clasped in mine
makes the world less frozen.
Putting my hands in your pockets
just so I can hold them uninterrupted
by the thick gloves that adorn them,
and walking inside afterwards to
a warm embrace that melts my heart.
When the crunch of the snow underfoot
isn't the only sound able to be heard,
there's laughter that bubbles
in your chest and out of your lips too.
Bouncing on the soles of your feet,
the sheer joy that precedes you,
how can I hold disdain
for any of your happiness?
The cold is incomparable
to the warmth that blossoms
inside my chest in the
mid of this winter.
If it kept on snowing forever,
I think I wouldn't mind if
I got to pull you closer-
if I was with you.
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