A Snowflake

Like a snowflake, I would seem

Love to drift, light as a dream

Wherever the wind does blow

Gently swaying I wish to go

Sometimes resting on a maiden's hair

Against a ruddy cheek so fair

At times a little palm does raise

To hold me in his gentle gaze

I see the beauty, reflected in the light

As the gale guides me left and right

I follow its course, drifting along

Guiding me to where I belong

Thus I choose to go with the flow

My future holds what, I do not know

Its quite enough if I can spread a smile around

My pristine beauty would have its purpose found