Your mist recalls his breath in the night as he walked away, Now you bring me comfort and warm the winter chill. Not too hot and not too cold, you're hitting the magical spot. Fabulous little soup, you're making my day.
Good afternoon, my friend, my little potage, Your every sip takes me away. Savoring the bold flavor of you. The longer that I linger, I long to linger longer Down to the very last drop.
Love is born in springtime, birds sing with the bees, Summertime is lover's time, walking in the breeze. Then, come the autumn, love is fading away with the leaves, Gone before the snowflakes fall. Just a cup to warm me until spring's springing again, I'm dreaming of a winter love.