My Winter Lady

By FurretTails

The sparkling cider in my hand as I await your company,

as you descend the stairs in a glittering white dress,

making me seem so impure;

to be seen with such an angelic creature!

A winter perfect lady for me,

and when I see you all breath escapes me,

leaving me at a loss for words.

Everything is silent,

nothing to be heard but the bells of a passing sleigh,

echoing through the still night,

until the sound dissipates into the cold wind,

leaving time to stand still in our winter wonderland again.