For a snow is nothing more,

Than frozen water crystal,

They form sheets of blankets,

Covering the cold ground,

With a seemingly warm substance.

For that is the beauty that men see,

For though her beauty is something to marvel,

It is nothing compared to your beauty.

You may form a snow angel on the hill,

I would say you could make a snow angel,

It wouldn’t look as beautiful as you.

And though the moon may come out,

The snow would shine as crystal clear, 

As it would create a spotless reflection of white,

It would only count as a mockery,

For you reflect beauty as if you were the moon itself.

I pray that the snow not melt with the early sun,

Though it would be good,

It would be a diminishing beauty that would be forever lost.

The ground may flourish from the melting,

It would be more if the snow stayed,

For what is more beautiful than innocence?

Embarrassing? Maybe,

But your blush will fade once again,

And you will shine as a goddess once more.