The Fire and the Snow Beauty

The snow falls through
The gentle lamplight
And onto the icy streets.
I watch this in the dark
Stillness of the night,
Waiting, hoping for you
To rescue me from this
Cold blackness. Feet
Crunch over frost, a
Silhouette approaches
In a long red cloak; I
Cannot see his face,
But I do see his smile,
Warm like a roaring fire,
And his eyes remind
Me of sweet cups of
Hot chocolate. His
Hood hides him as he
Approaches with a
Scarlet cloak and
Wraps it around my
Shoulders. Come
Inside, by the fire, he
Says to me, sweetly,
In a voice I know as
Well as my very own.
So I take the hand he
Offers and follow him
Inside; the cloaks come
Off, and somehow his
Presence warms my
Blood, my bones, and
Creeps into my very
Soul, sending a smile
To my lips. He looks
To me with the fire
Crackling in his eyes
And says to me,
Welcome home, my
Snow beauty, and with
His words I melt into
The fire, and slowly he
Makes me complete
Once more.