I thread upon this snowy path Staring upon the face of winter's wrath The freezing cold chills me to the bone In this blizzard I turn as hard as stone
My heart burns amidst the frost Warmth is but little I have lost The love I carry is a kindle that burns The flame that the malice heart yearns
Come winter come, I care not My flesh, my body, I have forgot There is no harm that a breeze can bring Outside is winter, but in my heart is spring
So when you go home after a walk in the cold outside, don't drink hot cocoa, but read a poem to remind you of love. That would suit one better, don't you think.