Cold

Cold like the ice in my fridge,
you prick me with nimble words.
Ah but what is cold without hot,
for we would not know hot without cold.

Tell me what is love,
without these storms,
But a few glimpses,
of our pretty sky.

But show me how,
please show me how,
how do I eliminate all the cold,
without getting rid of this heat.

But please be gentle with the cold,
alas you were not,
for it stings without
the usual warmth.