Warmth

I met you in December

A canopy of Christmas hanging over our heads

Pale faces illuminated by red and green, red and green

 

You were pure confidence

Emanating ease

A smile so sweet I almost didn’t believe in anything 

 

But I learned

I wasn’t a toy in need of repair

A broken present in a neatly wrapped box

 

Instead, I am a person to love; a hand to hold

When it’s cold outside

A fireplace for another weary heart

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