Doesn't the snow look lovely today?
Doesn't the strange, crisp winter air in the middle of March fill your senses?
Doesn't the fireplace draw you near like a moth to a flame?
Doesn't the warmth of those blankets make you smile?
Doesn't this remind you of me?
I know, the cold certainly gives you the--ahem--cold shoulder
I know, your disfavor for the winter
I know, I'm just as cold as the snow atop of your roof
I know, I'm the cold air that you despise so dearly
I know, you say that I make you happy
But I know, how much the frostbite I obtain hurts you
Just the touch of your lips
Just the tip of your nose
Just the softness of your cheeks
Just the warmth of your hands when they touch mine
Just the love in your heart
It is all I want
But...
My frostbitten lips
My frostbitten nose
My frostbitten cheeks
My frostbitten hands
My frostbitten heart
I don't want that for you