My love, let the memory that has brought heat to your cheeks also warm me next to you in the telling. Do not keep your loving smile a secret, i beg. Your full heart disclosed is such welcome happiness these winter months. When my heart is a child unsure of a stranger with whom its parents are friends, offer your happiness to hold close and carefully. As you share your joy, my own tenderness peeks out from behind my bones, hopeful. Lend me your bliss to press against my breast so that i might draw out my own heart who in this chill refuses to wait patiently for something still unknown. Your delight is my comfort in a time of caution. How grateful i am to be thus kept from the cold.