A single snowflake falls alone,

   While a wolf sings a lonely moan.

This flake is like no other,

   And more delicate than a feather.

Our love is this petite flake,

   Which was not easy to make.

However, if this snowflake you do cherish,

   It will not as easily perish.

Snowflakes have delicacy and design,

   And in our love, I make this mine.

Snow falling, dancing and singing in the breeze,

   Which you easily manage with ease.

A snowflake is our love,

   And I'll watch it remain upon my glove.

Where it will continue to stay,

   Even through the end of our days.