i hear a tap dripping

i hear a tap dripping and my lover breathing heavy sobs and the cold is still ice layered thin and shaved light upon my skin, O prickled winter of outside, you make our love freeze over!
through clouds of wintered breath my lover ran ahead, feet tapping on the glistening orange wet of streetlight-lit footpath and O there swayn from above, drizzle gently layed upon her hair, bouncing with her step. we were to write a script at home, in warmth and love, but beneath bare blanket stripped of cover my lover lie, breathing heavy sobs of prickled winter cold, and beside her i write:

O love, and wintered us - are we without light upon our skin?