February’s breath is crisp and clear,
A fleeting month of cold embrace,
With whispers of romance in the air,
And snowflakes dancing in their grace.
Beneath the frosty, twilight skies,
Hearts unite in warm delight,
For love blooms in the frozen night,
As stars illuminate the eyes.
The days are short, but love is bright,
Echoes of affection resonate,
Amidst the winter’s silent flight,
Souls connect and celebrate.
February, with its fleeting days,
Leaves a mark of tender traces,
In hearts it softly carves its ways,
A month of love in icy places.