The cold was most unwelcome to my tanned skin used to a scorching hot sun,
But despite the bite and sting of the chilly wind, I fell in love with snow just like everyone else.
I didn't fall in love with snow,
Because of the way it painted a scenery atop the sunken pine trees.
Nor the way it made children who built a snowman or snow-angels, smile with glee.
I fell in love with snow,
When it sprinkled your hair and dusted your eyelashes;
Small white flecks contrasting your dark eyes and rosy cheeks.
I fell in love with snow,
Because it did the impossible and added to your overwhelming beauty.
I fell in love with snow,
Because its sight shall forever be accompanied by the memory of you.
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All About Love
Non-FictionAnother collection of old blog posts. This is a collection of journal entries and reflections I've done on my own (infrequent) experience with love and dating. Let's explore the ups and downs of romance in All About Love. These were originally poste...
