my brain is the logic
full of wisdom and precision
keeping me inline
making carefully planned decisions

my heart is the emotion
full of wonder and hope
pushing my boundaries
until it is broken
unknowing how to cope

my gut holds other worldly knowledge
it throbs when flags are red
considered the second brain
if I chose not to listen
by now, I'd be dead

my soul is a combination
of the energy in my gut, heart and head
it is kind and fragile
delicate like fine silk thread

But who do I listen to?
Who will lead me to the right choice?
They are in a constant battle
when all I long for is to rejoice.

Do you smell that?
It's the scent of cedar burning
for weeks its been snowing
the smell is so warming
and my love for you is growing;
much like the ambers that are glowing.

But if you listen closely
you can hear the ice cracking
from the lake that is thawing
hope for winter's ending
so that spring can be inviting
similar to your grasp;
refreshing and exciting.

So for now,
it's the taste of cocoa
- hot and so soothing
my tastebuds are dancing
I am shamelessly swooning -
sugar
milk
chocolate
and you;
the best way to enjoy
all the sweet winter choosings.