As the snow fell down through the night, each dropp glowed brighter than the next, as if they were dancing in the air in delight.
I watched people walk as if they were they entranced by an angel, but as I glanced I saw a fairy dancing in the snow, her outfit as white as the snow she was circling around.
Her dancing bestowed kindness, in the heart of her viewers.
I was captivated by her beauty, a beauty that could calm a raging storm.
I felt that my love for her would melt the snow around me, living a heart shape symbol.
I forced myself to go home, only to convince myself that life will unfold like a rose if it was meant to be.
It has been 1 month since I saw her, and her beauty still haunts me in this cold winter night.
Tired and depressed from fixation, I decided to take a walk hoping to get a glance of the fairy that haunts me in my night dreams.
As I walked in the streets, I could hear clapping and cheering from a distance.
My only instinct was to run across the street hoping that it was her, only to feel a sharp pain in my leg and having people crowd around me.
It was the day I died and found the meaning of true love.
As my life slipped away from me, I could feel her holding my hands telling me to hold on.
As I tried to tell her that I loved her, a dropp of snow fell on my lips and into the light I went.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem