"A crimson fire against the winter's grey,
Our love won't fade or softly slip away.
Though frost may kiss the stones and chill the air,
The warmth we found is waiting everywhere.
Like petals bright upon the darkened stream,
You are the light within my winter dream.
Let all the world descend to quiet sleep,
This scarlet vow is one we’ll always keep."
Not my poem
Ian
Beautiful photo👍😊