She speaks to me, the cold,
In the teeth that clatter,
In the glasses that shatter,
From her blows
The cold reaches me,
I can understand what she says,
She whispers chills,
Into my skin, and it stays,
Until it reaches my heart,
Then suddenly, she blows out
Whispering again, into my ears,
That my heart is colder than her,
Reaching there is what she fears,
Now...
