Your
thoughts
Seem warm,
thinking all about me.
Run in the endless snow as, our
noses both love to do the running too.
Lets both be going down the cold mountain
of life' valley of fate & dreams. Darling, we then
would go riding down the valley' despair and ski.
Kept warm by a kiss of flames under my breath.
The sun is covered by clouds, but a son like,
me, can take up the work. Only put me on; and;
consider my warmth. As in winter; humbled
warm words fill you up with warm worth.
I'll be your frozen tear drop of joy.