Once we seethed like hothouse flowers

Our bodies in dire need of ventilation

Life was little short of incendiary

No need for verbal communication

 

Love never runs a temperature for ever

A windchill factor is always lurking

When balmy seas turn to ice shelves

Before permafrost starts working

 

What started off as a slight head cold

Was soon a significant nip in the air

That became quite bitter, even frosty

By then we resembled a Siberian pair

 

Love never runs a temperature for ever

A windchill factor is always lurking

When balmy seas turn into ice shelves

Before permafrost starts working

 

I've become quite the expert at glaciology

No slouch either at relationship psychology

 

Love never runs a temperature for ever

A windchill factor is always lurking

When balmy seas turn to ice shelves

Before permafrost starts working