Analysis of December

In the depths of December, where time stands still,
A dove takes flight, above the frozen hill.
Glimmers of starlight, afar and wide,
Guide its path through the heavens, so celestial and wide.
Seven twinkling stars, like diamonds in the night,
Form an ethereal ring, glowing with celestial light.
Upon its delicate wing, the dove soars high,
Embracing the heavens, in graceful flight it lies.

Oh, gentle dove, bearer of love's serene song,

In this twelfth month, where hopes and dreams belong.

With each beat of your wing, a symphony bestowed,

Whispering secrets of love, cleverly never showed.

Forever bound, like the seasons' endless flow,

Love dances on winds, like flakes of snow.

Through stillness and calm, love remains true,

In hearts of souls entwined, forever it grew.

Slowly, the light fades, below the horizon it goes,

Yet love remains steadfast, like winter's gentle snows.

In this December's eve, we bask in love's embrace,

Knowing it's a gift, no time can erase.

So, with each breath of December's air we breathe,

Let our love be the warmth that causes hearts to heave.

For in this realm of beauty, where passions ignite,

We shall forever dance, a love so pure, a love so right.