In the hush of winter’s breath, February sings,
A month of fleeting moments, where love takes wing.
Soft footsteps on the snow, paths tenderly weave,
In the gentle dance of time, hearts dare to believe.
The sky wears a cloak of gray, yet whispers of blue,
Promises of spring hidden in morning’s dew.
Each day a canvas, painted with hope anew,
As the chill of winter slowly bids adieu.
Candles flicker in cozy nooks, warmth in the air,
While in the silence, dreams awaken with care.
Through the frost-kissed windows, visions of light,
February’s embrace, a soft, guiding night.
In the quiet of its days, love’s stories unfold,
Tales of warmth and grace, in whispers retold.
With every heartbeat, the world gently sways,
In the tender embrace of February’s ways.