Facts don't have feelings they just present themselves
Love has not feelings of restraint; it just lets the grit flow !
When summers are like winter's, it's not love!

When winter is like a fact there is no gropes in day light only ropes of reckless blindfolds

When the grand master of the cacophony at night auctioned the offer, the grenade was not an explosion but an evasion

Sounds don't come from voices in the dark when the voices do come from the sounds in the vocal cords of all and sundry

A summer voice in a winter sound is not a Laurel but a choral blend of harmony and baritone midday
What voice does midday have? What sound does midday make?
If the answer is a puzzle, don't puzzle
Life is already a puzzle to unravel why add the puzzle of sounds and voices midday has left to the mystery not found in winter an summer beds!