If you were me

Echo of his footsteps, as shadow silently grew,
following blindly, following through.
Mirroring his steps, him, a faithful guide,
In his shadow, forever to reside.

Foxes beauty, winter's heart,
smile quite cold, contagious laugh,
welcoming arms, yet stands aside,
seeking fun, but never the love...

In the melody of him, she finds her silent song,
A bittersweet melody of love that she hoped would be strong....