They say there’s one hundred words for snow
But I’m not privy to the language
That makes it so
And as magical as snow can be
One hundred words does seem in excess
So I wonder
On this winter’s solstice night
Why love, no less miraculous than snow
Has only one word to crown its glory
And honour its story.
Love is over-used perhaps
Sometimes untrue
But Love certainly rivals snow
It’s as…
