Another Thanks could never hurt
Never ever could a thanks of love
warm less than a fire in the snow

Another Good Wishes could never fail
Infrequently seldom if not even once
could it hurt to say Grace once more

If I knew a way to undo mistakes
I would thank, wish well, and embrace much more
These, my present tasks, I so often forego

If anyone knew my burning desires
the snow around my fortress would thaw
A bouquet of thanks, wishes and embrace
would spring from my frozen hands