It's Cold Outside
Who can say why two become one? Sometimes it happens because they want it;
Lovers are fire and love is the heat they produce. Maybe two become one to share flames they carry inside;
One thing I know: things that are alive are hot. Dead things are cold. Outside of love, life is cold. Love is life and life is living. Living means sharing and sharing means caring.
Baby, it's cold outside. Come inside and leave the dead of winter behind. You see, if you remain in the cold, you become cold
and your love will never unfold.
Another thing I know: heat melts ice, so let love entice, and come inside from the cold.
Copyright ©2008 Douglas R. Little