Frost bite

All's hard, all's cold. Where has thy feeling gone? Thy heart feels so cold, yet thy body so warm. In the sun thy frost shalt melt. Tis not a single drop o liquid in the air. All's dry, all's cold.

Heart o passion, heart of gold. Let me shower u some lov, some warmth. Thy heart shall pulse, thy body shall blaze. In my light I shall cuddle thee. With water. Heart of fervour, heart of gold.