It’s the 3rd of December, a day so divine,

The warmth of your presence, forever mine.

The chill of winter lingers in the air,

But your smile makes the world feel rare.

The sweater you wear, once mine to hold,

Now wraps you gently in its fold.

A simple gift, yet it feels like fate,

As if love itself chose this date.

We walked together, the night so still,

The air so cold, yet my heart could feel

The gentle shiver of your hand in mine,

A fleeting moment, frozen in time.

The breeze touched you, soft and sly,

I saw you tremble, I couldn’t pass by.

So I slipped off my sweater, tender and true,

And draped it over your shoulders for you.

Your eyes lit up, a quiet plea,

Your smile whispered, “This feels like me.”

And in that instant, my heart took flight,

For you, my love, were my winter’s light.

You leaned on me, your hand on my arm,

Your presence, a spell, your touch, a charm.

A soft “thank you” fell from your lips,

And the stars themselves began their eclipse.

That walk we shared, beneath the skies,

Held the depth of love in your quiet eyes.

I wished to stop time, to make it stay,

But life moved on, and so did the day.

The 3rd of December will always remain,

A memory sweet, a love unchained.

The sweater, now yours, holds my embrace,

A piece of my soul you’ll always trace.

No matter the distance, no matter the year,

My love will live in the warmth you wear.

A hug through time, my heart’s design,

Forever yours, as you are mine.