In the hush of a winter’s night,
Where silence wraps the earth in white,
Love whispers gently through the pines,
A tender warmth as stars align.
Beneath the moon’s soft silver glow,
Two hearts entwined, their secrets flow,
In quiet woods where shadows dance,
They find their truth in fleeting glance.
The path they tread, a snowy trail,
With every step, their spirits sail,
In Frost’s realm, love finds its way,
A promise kept till break of day.
As dawn unveils its golden hue,
Love’s gentle touch feels ever new,
In Robert Frost’s poetic land,
Two souls embrace, forever hand in hand.