You describe your heart
As cold
But in reality
There is no cold
Just a lack of heat
And I think this feeling
You feel
Is the result of
Too much love being put out
And not enough love
Being given back,
And all the blankets
In the world
Could not cure you
But the arms of one lover
Wrapped tightly around your waist
Could heat your heart enough
To burst out of your chest
And bring the earth
To flames.