Loving him is the excitement of first snow-tufts of frozen dandelions falling from a vanilla sky.
He has the chaste solemnity of  winter landscape spread before mighty peaks of silver - the shyness, the quietness.The puff of your breath curling up into wisps of hazy smoke. Your footsteps digging deep into the softness of the snowy blanket..cushioning your fall.
His pure heart, his crystal gaze-the innocence in the curves that become his lips.
Your dream, Your December, Your Christmas present.
Because loving him is like a childhood fairytale : affairs of snowmen and snow queens.
His touch-the shiver.
His pale skin-the mistletoe.
Like snowflakes you fall-fragments of his love. 
Your whole world is enveloped in an eerie whiteness-

He has become the only colour you know.