Poetry – Warmth



There’s warmth from the sun

Caressing the skin

With gentle fingers.

The warmth of an open fire

Bringing a glow

To the face.

There’s the warmth of a coat

A blanket

Or a cup of tea.

But none of them

Warm the heart

As much

As the warmth of love.


Opher – 2.1.2020



Love warms the spirit in a way that no other heat can.

I crave all kinds of warmth but love is by far the best. I could not exist without it.

I know – I’m a soppy sentimental fool.

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