I like this as a premise to a short, silent film along the lines of that great animated short form 2012, Paperman. It’s simple, very sweet, very clear. I like the images you paint with the cold/blizzard– could be a metaphor for life in general sometimes, no? And then the warmth of coffee (strength) and cinnamon roll (sweetness/kindness) to bring out the pain she’s carrying. There’s just honesty in this poem. There’s no spooky subplot, no creepy backstory about how one of these two is a psychotic killer. It’s a dose of what everyone needs at certain moments in their life. The nurturing tenderness that ultimately grows into love.