Classic Poem

My world is cold,
When you are cold.
And my eyes, they tear,
When you can’t stop the tears.
My world would stop,
If you ever did;
And my heart would bleed,
If you didn’t want it.
My breath turns cold,
When you exhale;
And the world around us stops,
Because nothing else matters.
So stop the world,
And stop the tears.
Stop my heart,
And stop my breath.
Because the world rotates around us,
And would stop, if we did so.