The wind, the snow and the cold
Is within and around everyday.
Your bright face and company
lightens and warms my soul.
Not having your romantic heat is inadequate.
Frost bite is the dangeour.
Everywhere, you are there.
Lucky I when your breath is on my face.
Better yet when you whisper “Ti Amo”.
Alice you are my calice of youth
And my foutain of love.
Without you, wind, snow and cold
are my refuges of torture.