In the quiet woods where whispers roam,
A tale of love begins to bloom,
Each path we tread, both near and far,
Guided by Frost’s poetic star.

Amidst the birches, soft and white,
Where shadows dance in the gentle light,
Two hearts entwine in tender grace,
Finding solace in nature’s embrace.

Through snowy fields, the winter’s chill,
Love’s warmth persists, a flame to fulfill,
In Frost’s serene, enchanting lore,
Hearts find a rhythm, forevermore.

As seasons change and time moves on,
Love’s journey echoes in each dawn,
With every verse, a promise kept,
In nature’s arms, where dreams are swept.