In the midst of this cold, cold world
with all of its care and woe,
I’m blessed with your caring warmth
and bask in your loving glow.

I’m warmed by the look in your eyes
that tell me it’s me you adore,
And warmed as your hand clasps mine
as my heart takes wing to soar.

I’m warmed when I hold you near
as we sigh all our cares away,
And warmed when your heart touches mine
as together we face the day.

©2008 Michael S. Davis