As the snowman slowly melted under the warm sun, a fragile sparrow landed nearby.

With trembling excitement, the snowman exclaimed the snowman,
"She's coming! I can't contain my joy. I'm the luckiest being alive."

The sparrow, curious and compassionate, inquired,
"Is she truly worth such anticipation? Is she as radiant as the sun itself?"

"You'll understand when you see her," replied the snowman, his voice filled with longing, though his icy form began to diminish with each passing moment.

"Who is she?" the sparrow persisted, sensing the urgency in the snowman's demeanor.

"July," confessed the snowman, a blush of love

"But by the time she arrives, you'll be nothing but a puddle," the sparrow lamented, a tinge of sorrow echoing in its melodic chirp.

"It matters not," declared the snowman with unwavering love. "Even if I cease to exist, I must lay eyes upon her, if only for a fleeting moment."

Understanding the depth of the snowman's love, the sparrow could only watch in silence as tears mingled with melting snow, creating a bittersweet.

The snowman stood tall, clutching a bouquet of roses, his heart overflowing with an eternal love that transcended the confines of his fleeting existence....

July, the snowman loves you...

© Aboorva