If snowflakes were kisses, I would send you a snowstorm—
a gentle, white flurry filled with love.
Because what I feel for you isn’t just a whisper or a fleeting moment,
it’s a sky full of longing,
a vastness that can’t be measured by time or distance.
I imagine each snowflake landing softly on your hair,
your shoulders, your hands trembling in the cold.
Each one is a kiss I send to you—
light, pure, and warm with affection.
Though snow may be cold, my love is not.
It burns quietly in my heart,
like a small flame in winter, meant only for you.
I may not be by your side every moment,
but I can picture thousands of snowflakes drifting toward you,
carrying all the words I haven’t said,
the hugs I haven’t given,
and the kisses I’ve kept in my heart.
You may not see me,
but you’ll feel me—in every flake that falls,
in every breath of winter.
Because if love could turn into snow,
I’d let the whole sky fall for you.
