Beneath the deep blanket of winter,
December stood,
Gazing at January from afar.
He longed to feel her warmth in the cold winds,
But knew that touching her would lead to their ruin.

One night, December whispered softly,
“Why is it that every year I come close to you,
Yet lack the courage to hold you?
I fear touching you,
For my love will freeze you to the core.”

Tears shimmered in January’s eyes.
She stepped closer to December,
And in a trembling voice, said,
“December, don’t you know,
I wait...