Warming

You say you're cold, but I can scarce believe it;
Your touch is warm, and warming to my soul.
You say you freeze, though, so I cannot leave it;
It isn't quite decided by a poll
Of all concerned - you only can decide,
And if you're cold, then I must try to form
A way to keep you closely by my side,
The which, I hope, will also keep you warm.
But more than that, it satisfies my need
To keep you by, and hold us proximate;
For having you will make me glad indeed
(Feeling just how well you always fit
Into my side) and keep you warm as well;
Whether you're cold or not - who needs to tell?