The Cold- Hearted Snow

In the freshly fallen snow,
A young woman strides,
Her destination she not know
But in her heart she tries.

With cheeks as red as St. Nicks nose,
And sweet round eyes of green,
Her light brown hair all full of bows,
Makes it hard for her not to be seen.

In the snow she trudges,
The wind's now painfully biting,
While darkness carefully judges
The endurance to get where she is going.

There is a faint light in the distance,
It seems to be coming closer,
Might her dream make an appearance?
Her beloved romancer?

But to her despair,
It is not so,
She lives on forever
Trudging through the snow