the snow in your soul

Your heart, oh how your heart
called for me, how sweet was the sound.

Oh, and your eyes, how your eyes
shone so bright I couldn't look anywhere else.

And what of your hands, you wonder,
what was with your hands that I found mesmerizing?

Perhaps the fact that they could hold my own hands
and my throat at the same time.

Or perhaps I'm just as messed up as you are,
for staying with you is making me alive
but I'm feeling cold.