Those red gloves

She stands in the forest

these woods so dark,

She smile as snow fills her way

as it fills her lungs,

She walks ahead,

body in shivers

still happy as she twirls

and quivers

Dancing in the deep

white snow,

that shines and sparkles

like small, cold diamonds

Surrounded tenderly

by precious

flowing snowflakes,

a heaven of stars

and a moon so bright

That smile of hers

it slowly widens

as she spins almost soaring

faster and faster...

a hooded coat

covering her body

the color of fresh blood

with red velvet gloves

and soft,

scarlet lips to match

She waits for me

in this cold, dark night

so I rush over,

running through woods

on this silent,

snowy evening

to be by her loving side.