Your eyes are like asterisks
And they own a secret I know;
The secret of those missing bricks
On the walls of your heart—
The reason why you now have snow
And yet refuse to sit by hearth.
I will burn like a smoldering ember
Until warmth in you is restored;
I will rearrange the stars of your number
So that you seek new pavement.
I will have it floored
With plenteous love, smiles and merriment.