There's nothing quite like the snowflakes collecting in your hair, on your skin
The brisk air on my cheek while your warm hands intertwine mine
The sound of your voice interrupting the usually scheduled silence
And the shuffling of your feet against mine as we dance, in the dark
Under the streetlights of an empty parking lot
the cold doesn't bother me,
Because your love is all the heat I need
And I couldn't imagine enduring a blizzard with anyone but you.