Anyone can say that we should love someone not by his or her face but

It's a sad truth that we love someone friest by his or her face
Crack the myths and be practical

Truth was a breath
of cold November air
Escaping from her soft lips
Truth was warm
a breath of purpose
A spoken word
Tasting sweet nuance
A fresh, crisp blow
of season's new flair
Something so subtle
yet undoubtedly alive.