1. She complained of cold, so I said to her,
My soul I'd give for that body made cold.

2. If you complain of coolness, here am I,
Complaining of the fires of love ablaze.

3. Would that our bodies were mixed, and so
Shared heat and cold, until both joined in one,

4. And they became as our souls combined,
And in the morn appeared as hearts made one.