The cold air nips at my skin, my cheeks heated in the freezing cold. My body kept warm from the large coat covering my heart. the snow fall is very peaceful tonight. The war rages on but not here. Not under my great oak. they say the things you love most will die. What a shame. I wonder who'll fall first. Me or that devilish man if he even knows love. Sorry for the short log in my dearest for I can not stay long. Again the war continues. There's no breaks in life.
Yours truest, T----- R-------~
