My green sweater always
Seems to bring a smile to your face.
It’s cold enough to wear it;
That makes you happy,
And chilly.
You cuddle next to me
To keep warm and safe.
I press my lips to your cheek,
Too cold.
Then your nose,
Even colder.
Maybe your forehead,
A little warmer.
Ahh! your lips.
Just right.
Cuddle up closer.
Hold me like it’ll only get colder.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem