You grasp my hand, fearing the night. The cold frigid air with no sign of light. I lead you through your darkness as you lead me through mine, your smiling freezing the passage of time. Your hair carries speckles of snow, reminding me of a fox emerging from its burrow. Your eyes are so pure yet so kind, how lucky am I to have you as mine. Your voice cradles my anxious soul. You change me from a part to a whole. We hold each other as we glide down the hill. Birds flutter around and cause us a thrill. The sky so perfectly reflects itself on us, whilst the wind surprises us with a gust. We hold hot cocoa, remembering the sweet taste of the wind, like the feeling an olympian feels possessing a win. We lock gazes, so gentle, so kind, I feel so lucky to call you mine.