cold feet
My love won’t get
cold feet.
Not when you’re old,
not when you look
after other women.
Won’t get cold feet
when you’re tearing me
into pieces
and when you’re
debating my love.
It won’t get cold feet
when you’re away
or when we are strangers.
My love, my stranger,
my self that you are,
my love won’t get cold feet.
My love has no feet
and no way to
run away.
