The snow falls in methodical passion
Upon city streets and crowded rooftops,
Country cottages and harvested crops,
Blotting out cars and freezing out friction,
Bringing many angels to creation.
Throughout time, it goes on in this fashion.

With heavenly, existential beauty,
The snow is our hearts greatest catalyst,
To burn away its shell and melt the mist;
We gather about our old hearts warm hearth,
Frost freezing memories into the earth.
Love grows like a rose in snow packed tightly.

With one snow, one ephemeral moment,
The impossible happens, life changes.
But stays to weather many more phases.
People we once knew as common strangers
Grow like the rose into brothers, lovers,
Never fading away, always fervent.

Common love may grow in embers that glow;
True love will come as a rose in the snow.