January whispers through the frost,
Blanketing the world in silver hush.
Breath of winter, crisp and soft,
Every leaf and branch in quiet blush.

Firelight dances in frozen panes,
Hearts are warm where snow descends.
January sings in icy refrains,
Yet even cold can cradle friends.

January dawns, the year’s first light,
Cold winds whisper through the night.
Frosted mornings, stars that gleam,
A quiet start, a newborn dream.

Words as warm as the sun,

Hugs as warm as 56.7°C,

Kisses as warm as the fireplace.

Oh, how my heart adores my Capricorn soul.

The soul I'd cherish forever.

I wish you could see the way my heart awakens beside my Capricorn soul.

Oh how much I cherish you, my love.

No words could capture the depth of my love for you.

You are the warmth of my soul, my love.

My love, how I long to pour my heart into words for you. Yet words falls short, failing to capture what I feel. Perhaps this letter will find its way and whisper what my soul cannot speak.

My personality is as cold as ice, yet you—your warmth melts me, revealing the heart I never knew I had.

Oh my love.

How cold is January, yet you my love. Your warmth melts my heart.