“Snowwhite and love”

In the deep-green hush of the fairy-tale wood,  
Where the trees brewed shadows and wishes stood,  
Snow White wandered, a whisper in white,  
As gentle as moonbeams that slip through the night.

Her lips were the rose’s own secret in May,  
Her heart, like a fawn, drifting softly astray;  
She sang to the robins, woke buds with her breath,  
Her kindness a lantern that flickered through death.

Seven companions—small-hearted but true—  
Cleared tiny glass plates as fresh hope grew.  
They taught her of patience, of laughter and care,  
And mended the tears sorrow stitched in her hair.

Yet love, old as mountains, in silence drew near,  
In the shape of a prince unburdened by fear.  
He found her in slumber, glass resting above,  
The spell of her story unlocked by his love.

True love, in this woodland, is gentle and bright—  
It lifts us from darkness and scatters the night.  
Snow White, with her courage, her grace, and her song,  
Reminds us that love is where all hearts belong.

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