In the cold of January's breath, I saw her standing there,
A beauty rare, with a gaze that could ensnare,
Her nose, a sculptor's dream, so perfectly defined,
Her eyes, a galaxy, where constellations unwind.
I felt the spark ignite, a flame within my chest,
With every glance, my heartbeats did confess,
I was a wanderer, lost until that night,
Her presence, a beacon, illuminating my life.
Oh, January skies, painted with her smile,
In her embrace, I’d walk a thousand miles,
For her, I’d give it all, no sacrifice too grand,
To hold her hand, to be her man.
She whispered dreams, like songs the angels sing,
With every word, my soul began to cling,
To a hope, a vision of us entwined,
In her love, a paradise I’d find.
In every winter breeze, I hear her name,
A sweet reminder of a love unchained,
My heart, an open book, written in her prose,
Each page a testament to the love that grows.
Oh, January skies, painted with her smile,
In her embrace, I’d walk a thousand miles,
For her, I’d give it all, no sacrifice too grand,
To hold her hand, to be her man.
In this beautiful January, where our story starts,
A season of love, written in the stars,
For her, the world is not enough to give,
In her eyes, I’ve found my reason to live.