You like fresh wind at winter,
Because you have strength.
May be I should describe him in all the seasons,
From summer to the dreamy spring.
Spicy warm, relaxing, lazy,
With apple forbitten fruit and touchy breeze.
Like first flowers at spring, first sunny days,
And love is melting if I see a baby smile.
Your voice is making me smile.
The autumn color gold for precarious gift.
Winter with beautiful strong own beauty.
