You describe your heart as cold, but in reality, there is no cold, just a lack of heat. And I think this feeling you feel is the result of too much love being put out and not enough love being given back. All the blankets in the world could not cure you. But the arms of one lower wrap tightly around your waist could heat your heart enough to burst out your chest and bring the Earth to flames
The winter bees knows my secret. It speaks of my heart. It whispers on your skin. The coldness of my heart