In the quiet woods where whispers dwell,
Love finds its path through shadows deep,
Amidst the trees where secrets swell,
Hearts awaken from their slumbered sleep.

The rustling leaves sing stories old,
Of tender moments, softly spun,
Embracing warmth in winters cold,
Beneath the ever-watchful sun.

Paths untrodden, yet to explore,
Carry whispers of love’s sweet grace,
In every step, a promise more,
In nature’s arms, a warm embrace.

In Frost’s embrace, love finds its voice,
Through every verse, a silent plea,
In nature’s song, hearts rejoice,
For in his words, love’s spirit roams free.