January 26

I miss the warmth of you on winter’s night.
    The cold, like loneliness,
        sends shivers up my spine.
Winter winds mock me as I write.
        Embrace me in the night.
        Whisper that “The ice is now all mine.”
The chills and cold are but a sign –
        All that I might feel tonight
        Without your love to give me
warmth and light.

And yet, though all the wind and cold,
        I hear your sweet and gentle voice
Telling me your love is my stronghold,
I must be brave, I must be bold,
For even now I have a choice
        Spring promises we shall rejoice
Your love, like petals shall unfold –
        Mine to touch and love and hold
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