Migratory Birds

Cupid, declaring that the Gulf Stream was
Too hot for him that generated heat
Crossed over the Atlantic, as one does,
To find new lands and make new lovers meet.
There he discovered winters colder still
Than any he had ever know before
And in a bleak December took a chill
That burned in him, tormenting him full sore.
He strove to find a shelter for his head
Since frostbite threatened his still naked form;
He hurried in the snow with growing dread
For fear that nobody would keep him warm.
But I looked out, and into me he sprung
Filling with love my ever-speaking tongue.