In the quiet woods where shadows play,Amidst the birch and pine’s gentle sway,There lies a love unspoken, yet profound,In every leaf and whispering sound.He writes of paths and choices made,Of snowy evenings, and promises laid,Yet within his words, a tender grace,Love’s gentle spirit finds its place.The dance of nature, a lover’s embrace,Frost’s verses capture love’s silent pace,Through every season, every rhyme,A testament to love through time.In the heart of woods so deep and wide,His words of love softly abide,As stars above in silence gleam,In Frost’s world, love is the dream.