Falling, falling like the snow.
You run towards me and hold out your arms.
You catch me and I gasp at my luck.
How could something so delicate, so nice, so sweet.
Appear that one night and save me from harm?
You and I, both like snow, blanketed across a landscape without muck.
So serene, so fantastical, life was incomplete
Until that fateful night that we both know.
Chance, chance. Odds and statistics.
How can something so unlikely happen at all?
A flower blooms in the winter
A snowflake lands on another.
Certainly on something it had to fall
But now the two are impossible to sever.
They are one now and forever.
Could it be chance, or fate, the divine logistics?
Does it matter the method?
Only the perfection of the chemical bonds.
The two snowflakes are in heaven.
And their icy love will always burn strong.
Whenever you fall I will catch you
Whatever at all I can to help you.
We are snowflakes that will never melt.
