In the quiet of the snowy woods,
Where paths are less traveled and still,
Lies a tale of love softly spoken,
In the hush of the winter’s chill.

Between the birch and pine, they wander,
Two hearts in the gentle frost’s light,
Their whispers blend with the falling snow,
In the serene embrace of night.

The world fades to a soft, white silence,
As they walk hand in hand, hearts aglow,
Each step a promise of warmth and care,
On the blanketed paths they follow.

With every breath, their love grows deeper,
In the stillness where only dreams dare,
Robert Frost’s woods hold their secret,
Of love eternal in winter’s air.