Frosty Valentine

It's as cold inside as it is outside;
The fire keeps going out.
It seems so fruitless to continue
Trying to light the emptiness.
Is there a fuel for success
That I haven't yet tried?
Or is there simply nothing left to burn?
Surrounded by warm words
As cozy as down quilts,
The frigid air keeps creeping through.
The chill seeps deeply to the core
Of a once love-hot heart
That now only holds
A frosty valentine.