It's warm outside

The King of the world, though
In its fullest of glow and heat,
Hidden in a hall, we are. 
Wearing Cold for the Warm outside
And shivering as a man in fit.

I, for one, ain't a bit deterred.
In mind, I have goal to score,
In heart, the warmth of recent success.
All because of the above, I have
To attend wisdom of RIM.

ILiveLove 

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