Am lying under a hundred blankets,

Still the cold manages to hit my nerve,

My heart wants to scream for your kisses,

But the shivers have made me a dame.

You have protected me more than the angels, 

But now, your side of my bed is a cold flake, 

How I miss our cuddles of winters, 

But more the warmth and how complete I felt.  

I miss you, but sadly I don't have the right to call you back, I never had the right to call you, ever......

Chaahat