Lovers, forget your love And list to the love of these She a window flower And he a winter breeze.
You can't get too much winter in the winter.
I love cuffing season. It's a very inspiring season for those who want to be inspired.
I must confess a shameful secret: I love Chicago best in the cold.
I love Delhi's winter.
In your hands winter is a book with cloud pages that snow pearls of love.
I love the winter. Well, I love all the seasons, but the winter is possibly one of the most intense.
Snow falling softly on lashes of eyes you love, and a cold cheek growing warm next to your own in hushed dark familial December.
