I love you more than quiet trips to the library, 

More than early morning coffee,

More than sweaters,

More than autumn leaves, 

More than pumpkin pie, 

More than snow. 

You once told me you loved me more than snow.

You told me as you looked down on me

Through your dark eyelashes

Coated in a thin layer of snow

And you smiled 

And your dimples made depressions in your cheeks

Although they weren't really depressions

They were more delectations 

And I remember your nose wrinkled

Causing the constellation of your freckles

To rearrange on your milk and honey skin. 

And you laughed

God your laugh

And you took my hat 

And placed it on your curls

And my heart melted

Both in happiness and despair

Because I knew you didn't really love me more than snow.