The February wind swirls gently, and you look at the new grass in early spring. The sun falls lazily on us, and the light in your eyes makes me forget to blink. I am tired of being in your arms, my heart is so peaceful and quiet.
I said: "You have to hold me for the rest of your life!"
You laughed softly, your voice gentle but firm: "No."
I was so angry that I raised my head from your arms and glared at you fiercely.
You smiled again, the corners of your lips raised slightly, a small flower bloomed, and then you surrounded me with the warm light in your eyes.
You hugged my arm tightly, put a palm on my head, and gently held it against your chest. I heard your steady and powerful heartbeat, and my heart beat rapidly.
I heard your voice melting the ice and snow and said: "I want to hold you - 'for life' times N."
The wind in February blows gently, blowing gently with the breath of earth and new life.