The frigid cold that penetrates my bones,
Drives me to speak quivering tones,
My teeth are wildly chattering,
I sniffle loudly which is not flattering,
I feel the cold has robbed me of all joy,
No happiness can my heart employ,
Not as I walk through this biting night,
Every step is like a trying fight,
My right foot throws the first punch,
As my back begins to hunch,
Then my left throws the next,
My cold body is entirely vexed,
I proceed further on still,
Wondering why I did this out of will,
My poor hands are suffering so much,
Everything is cold now to the touch,
I think that I might parish now,
Know that I loved you and how.
