So cold towards me she is
As cold as the arctic winter breeze
The things she says to me with every
line
Sends arctic chills down my spine
Her love is the one thing I lust
Moving on without her is a must
Stop loving you is something I cannot
do
For my heart wants no other then you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no other than You, fine and true.