In the quiet woods where shadows play,
The whispers of love softly stay,
Through the birches and the pines,
Robert Frost’s words intertwine.
Amidst the paths where silence roams,
Hearts find their secret homes,
In every flake of winter’s kiss,
Lies a tale of love’s pure bliss.
The frosted leaves beneath our feet,
Speak of moments bittersweet,
As we wander hand in hand,
Love and nature firmly stand.
Beneath the moon’s gentle glow,
Feelings deeper than we know,
In Frost’s world, love’s essence gleams,
Woven into life’s grand dreams.