Softly, the snow falls in a symphony of whispers.
Blanketing earth, a hush transcends.
In the wintry air, memories call
When the snow starts to fall, I miss you.

Scenes in white Paint frost-kissed dreams.
In the night, echoes linger.
One flake Is a story of falling in love.
When the snow starts to fall, I miss you.

Faded footprints, cold grip tight.
Embracing solitude's quiet plight.
But squalling not the heart with warmth.
When the snow starts to fall, I miss you.

Amid the gleaming fields in which sorrow roams.
In every dome your absence is felt.
A sorrowful heart, a silent tear.
When the snow starts to fall, I miss you.

Each flurry leaves a trace of memory.
Yearning for your familiar embrace.
Amid all that, winter grasp us in its talons.
When the snow starts falling, that's when I miss you.

However, for this frigid silent night.
The ember of love, a beacon.
You are standing tall in my heart.
When the snow begins to fall I miss you.

© jaylinestarr