The Garden

A fresh wind blows when you exhale It gets cold around us , we need to get well I then wrapped my arms around you like we're in a cell Incarcerated by the magical love spell Are you warm? I couldn't tell Hence our love would keep telling the tale A tale of a beautiful skin made lovingly pale Your head lies on top of my chest My hand slides on your  back And while your eyes closed I gently touched your nose, Kissed your forehead , while you wiggle your toes The cold then slowly decreases as I warm my Ice Queen I belong to my Ice Queen. by  John Mayer Charmant This poem shall not be republished under any other name besides the author's name mentioned herein