In the hush of whispered woods, he finds,
A gentle path where love unwinds,
Through snowy trails and golden leaves,
He speaks of hearts that never grieve.

Among the birches, soft and white,
A flame of love, pure and bright,
With every step, a tender rhyme,
Marking moments, freezing time.

The silent woods, a lover’s stage,
Where words of warmth escape the page,
In Frost’s embrace, love’s dance begun,
Beneath the gaze of the setting sun.

Through nature’s breath, his verses flow,
A timeless tale of love’s soft glow,
In every line, a heart reveals,
The depth of love that never yields.