I wonder if the snow
loves the trees and
fields, that it kisses
them so gently?
And then it covers
them up snug, you
know, with a white
quilt; and perhaps
it says ‘Go to sleep,
darlings, till the
summer comes again.
Let the rain kiss you.
The sound of a kiss
is not so loud as that
of a cannon, but its
echo lasts a great
deal longer.
Luxury is anything that
feels special.
A kiss is a lovely trick
designed by nature to
stop speech when words
become superfluous.
Kiss me and you will see
how important I am.
Let the rain kiss you.
The sound of a kiss
is not so loud as that
of a cannon, but its
echo lasts a great deal
longer.
Luxury is
anything that feels
special. A kiss is a lovely
trick designed by nature
to stop speech when
words become superfluous.
Kiss me and you will see
how important I am.