Love’s Cold Feet

For all that I am so damnably old,

I have never met someone quite like you;

Because when you get just a little cold

You turn such a delicate shade of blue.

Your teeth chattering loudly together,

Reminds me of the chiming of a bell.

And I fear for you in freezing weather,

For a touch might crack you like an eggshell.

But now my own safety is my concern,

After that first cruel surprise attack

When I was mercilessly forced to learn

The sheer hell of your cold feet on my back.