to pull us closest to the coverlet.Entire world, enclosed by the winter white
streets which were crowdest are now quite.People ran inside, made friendship with heater
but me ran out in this snowy winter.
Smile widens as snow rolls down the cheek
happiness is when winter comes and is on peak.
Happiness is walking through the pile of snow
hand in hand with beau.
Warmth of love is enough to carry away this winter numb
because happiness is when winter comes.