As we lay here abreast,
the frigid temperature whisks against our bare bodies
In snow we pose,
as we feel our love grow.

Gazing into your eyes
I am ignited with passion.
You strengthen me,
astonish me,
love me.

I fear that I fall prey to the cold world,
for your soul is tender, sweet, and warm
yet I feel I may not amount to your grace.

As I search through your soul,
I fill myself with doubt.
Why mess with perfection?
Why destroy it?

I know I must go,
save you the pain to come.
My love for you is so great,
I fear that it might invoke hate.

A **** fool I was to leave my warmth.
With that I entered the cold world,
and though it was ages ago
I remain in remorse.

As time went on and we grew apart,
I was still there in the dark.
Watching my warmth provide light to another man's world.

Alone I sit in the snow,
remembering those long winters ago.
As aged as I am now,
I still wish I'd known how,
to give you your worth.

My warmth gave,
and I took,
coward I may be,
but cold I am.

Jealous...I shouldn't be,
but I caused myself this...