Cold

Don't sit out here the weather is harsh, said he,
that my bones were getting old.
I trust my instincts and follow my heart, said I,
besides, I'm in love with the cold.

Don't come all this way with hopes up for summer, said she,
to face the winter you have to be bold.
No one knows for sure till they do it , said I,
and I really do love the cold.

The world is crazy and unpredictable, said they,
'Tis nothing like you've ever been told.
I'll take my chances and take things in my stride, said I,
I trust my love for the cold.

So what of my heart? I asked myself.
If it beats too fast with all the love it can hold?
That's just what it's meant for, I told myself.
If not, I'd rather it stop with the cold.