Gene's Poetry

It’s so cold,
But I feel so hot on the inside,
So cold
But so hot on the inside,
It’s so cold.
You could never imagine such frigidness,
Hollowness,
How can love survive,
When it lies waiting in the snow?

It’s so cold,
That’s why mountains are made so high;
It’s so cold,
Yet my love waits deep inside.

There is heat in your sweet love
And in your passion I feel warm.
Relax in these false charms
As though they were your warming arms.

You’re so cold,
You make me feel as though I were safe
From these mountains of snow
These white fortresses (where you want to be)

It’s so cold,
How could you want someone as simple as me?
So cold
But hot on the inside,
It’s so cold.
You could never imagine such frigidness

Keep me warm and safe from harm
My true Love.
Keep me from my enemies,
Give me shelter from the freeze,
My true Love.

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