In the silent depths of snow-clad lands,
Where whispers of the heart find their voice,
Russian love, a timeless dance, expands,
In fleeting glances, souls rejoice.

Beneath the moonlit skies of frozen night,
Two hearts entwine in gentle, silent vows,
Their shadows merge in the soft twilight,
Love’s warmth defying icy boughs.

In letters penned with trembling hands,
The fervor of the soul takes flight,
Across the vast, unending Russian sands,
A testament to love’s pure light.

Thus in the cold, where time may cease,
Russian love, eternal, finds its peace,
In every breath, in every tear,
A bond that conquers every fear.