It’s cold
A little hot water
To sip may be
Or a warm bath
And a thick jacket
Coupled with a blanket.
A nice word may be
Or just a big smile
To act as a mine
To explode the big ice
Engulfing the tender heart.
The temperature has gone up
And there are smiles all over
The hearts have been won over
Oh what a glow!
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