Your warmth, my safe Heaven

In winter’s grip, your burning gaze,

Turns the frost to an amber blaze.

I hold you close, yet fear the day,

This fleeting warmth might fade away.

The wind may howl, the cold may bite,

But your eyes hold a flame too bright.

Your hair, a veil of endless night,

Falls like shadows, stealing light.

Both of us entwined, one flame ablaze,

A frozen world, but your burning gaze.

                                                                    - D.Tabakov