Yes you are right, pure love is so like winter's early snow <br />its flakes descend in joyful dances from the cloudy sky. <br />Two figures huddle tightly on the meadow far below <br />and do not care if life itself and time just passes by.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/like-snow-3/
