Come to me, my winter love,
The night outside is bitter and dark.
Come, sit close beside me
And strike a warming spark.
Wrap your loving arms around me
My sweet human quilt.
Send the temperatures soaring,
Toast me until I wilt.
But if perchance, I should still feel cold,
Put your warms lips to work-
Kindling and warming-
Flaming cells where chills may lurk.
Someday, if icicles cling to your ears,
If your nose is froze through and through,
If you are cold all over, my love,
I'll gladly do the same to you.