The Snowman | A Love Poem Of Sorts

The Snowman

She called him The Snowman.
It was fun building him up, like no man
Had ever been built before. When fresh, he was a magnificent sight
But as she slept, he always disappeared, just melted away into the night.
She’d see him again.
Perhaps. But she never knew when.
Until then, she resolved to never let it show
That she was waiting on the snow.

The Snowman is a short poem by Ms Moem.

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Ms Moem is an English poet. Since 2007, she has taken thousands of commissions for personalised poetry. Bespoke poems make the best personalised gifts for weddings, anniversaries, birthdays and more! Commmission your personalised poem today!

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