Love without friendship is cold and most destructive.

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Love without friendship is cold and most destructive.
That mysterious woman could knock a man dead - bright eyes that carry him in cold water and blue.
She saw a shadow bent over her, death's mouth was hungry. She struggled to break free. A cold kiss opened her mouth.
The room blurred before my eyes. I felt the cold, felt the inevitable chill of wonder over me: I had to have him.
Jack Frost raging cold and wet left her shivering in misery.