When the Fall frosts descend from the North
and the chill emanates from your heart
as it does this time every year,
remember my love that it was not your
outer beauty that seduced me and warms
my soul.
It is the passion and heat hidden under
your pale skin, that flashes in those eyes
and dances in your voice and thoughts
that excite me.
The cold that is coming may freeze
the rivers outside, harden lakes into ice
and shorten the days as dark creeps
across the land, a shadow cast
across earth and spirits, night too soon
fading the heat of summer and hope
of the spring, but the light in our hearts
will weather any winter.