Forewarned

The TV tells us; "minus nine"
Our gothic pile the coldest place.
The radio repeats the line,
T'will sting the ears and pinch the face.

I wrap her car in cloth and foil,
Rebuff the frost to ease the start.
Lucky too; I changed the oil,
It's how I should protect my heart.

And yet 'the friend' won't run or leave,
Forewarned, will only feel what's right.
Loving, as I slowly freeze,
The brightest star in the darkest night.

c:PC