It is cold without you,

It is cold without you,

Come here awhile,

Nestle down

And a splendid fire

Will be created,

That until now

Has been waiting

For the heat of you

To ignite it.

Blanket me

In soft comfort.

Roll with me

And let your touch

Soothe my soul.

Such passion aroused,

Will carry me

Out of this reverie,

And into the heart of things.

Where you are

The guiding light,

The end in sight,

And wait to greet me

When the meander

That is

This erratic,

Enigmatic journey,

Is completed.