12 ~12~

Snowflakes dance off the tinder blush of his cheek.

Softer than that of a butterfly's kiss;

Sweeter than that of honey.

His hair starts to stand on end as the brisk, winter nights air settles in.

His warm, dark eyes contrast so vividly with the crisp white snow.

A moment in time, so cherished in his content,

Will truly never be known.