Footprints in a powdered street, Little echoes of our heartbeat. Lanterns glow on frosted glass, Moments freeze but never pass. Candy skies in shades of wine, Dreams wrapped up in ribboned time. Every breath a silver rhyme, Whispered into winter’s chime. Oh, the world becomes a painting, When the nights grow soft and long Even silence starts creating Lines of poetry in song. You’re my winter constellation, Shining through the holiday haze. In this frozen celebration, You turn my nights to sparkling days. Let the snowfall write our story On the canvas of the air Every star in our direction Says this magic’s meant to share. Icicles like crystal feathers, Hanging from the edges of forever. Laughter drifts through chimney smoke, Soft as wishes children spoke. Silver echoes in the trees, Carols carried by the breeze. Every moment warms the cold, Turning frost to painted gold. Snowglobe dreams begin to glimmer, As the city finds its glow Every shadow turns to shimmer Underneath the falling snow. You’re my winter constellation, Guiding me with gentle light. In this holiday creation, You’re the spark in every night. Let the snowfall write our story, Let the world become our stage In this season’s quiet glory, Love is written across the age. Snowflakes dance like wandering stars… And I follow where you are…
