Tender Warmth

The lining of my hands
Frozen by the morning dew
The rest of my body stands
To grow icicles a few

Then hope is near
But not yet in sight
The drumbeat I hear
Might come with some light

Movement is slow
The air is still
But a faint glow
The room begins to fill

The gates to my soul
Are slowly cracking
The water begins to flow
The waves are now crashing

Movement is regained
The frost begins to give
No longer restrained
My body begins to live

Tender warmth that can melt
All the cold around
This is how I felt
Waking next to you

One Response to Tender Warmth

  1. Awwwwwwwwwwww. What a lovely poem!

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