could this feeling be real?

Snow is falling down from sky,
people snuggled up for warmth.
Where is my warmth?

The boys and girls hug,
there hearts will be loved.
Who will love mine?

A girl sits next to me,
hand cold as mine.
Could she be true?

my head on her shoulder,
her arm around my waist.
She is my warmth.
She loves my heart.
I will be hers