What’s a chill to a lover’s kiss

Winter shivers in the face of bliss

When molten passion is burning

Like candles lit all through the night.

When the breath of lovers is caught

Bewtween two lungs and lips and tongue

However cold may be winter

Those two remain untouched and warm.

Thus bound in reverent caress

His hands do stroke her silken dress

And hers clutch tighthly to her breast

Their shared heat, which can melt the snow.