The snow may fall as hard as it desires
(Does snow desire? Can we ever know?
Does it feel fear before our huge bonfires
Or say a prayer for melting far below?
Does every flake, unique in how it fell,
Have self-ambition, hope, despair and joy?
Does it strive hard to make sure it falls well,
And does a fire burning bright annoy
Its sensibilities? Can we offend
A snowflake, and if so, what can it do?
I do not know, and so snowflakes must fend
For their own good) I will still walk with you
And though we should be covered all in white
I guarantee my love will still burn bright.
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