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.