82 of 366: Seasons in person

In a room that's cold and chilly
all are freezing, legs were shaking
hands are cold and everything really
there was a smile, that's warm and sunny

Hue of her hair resembles the leaves of fall
contradicts, the room's winter cold
her summer smile is what she's about
hoping in spring to ask her out
her hair waves like the northern aurora
as her cheeks bloom more than any flora
Ironic how in this chilly room
there lies a flower bloom
There is more to her, I wish to know
deeper than what her beauty shows
As the stars in darkest nights
I wish to put them in her eyes