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Dec 15
I lie here, chilly from the cold. How can I be sad?
Because I know all it takes is his sweet words to warm my heart like a sweet little heating pad.

Whether a conversation, a whisper, or even in text,
I know he will keep me warm with whatever he says next.

The sweetest words he speaks will melt me in an instant.
I can be right next to him or off into the distance.

This sweet little heating pad warms my fingertips as well.
This beautiful encounter sure feels like Heaven, never could feel like hell.

All the stings and tingles from us, in between—
It’s something I’ve never felt, better yet, something I’ve never seen.

The sweetest warmth of his presence sitting next to me
Is felt when I’m not with him, still melting my soul and setting me free.

This sweet little heating pad brings me comfort in many ways.
I feel this little heating pad each and everyday.

With this profound connection, no one can separate us from a touches sweet and warm
There’s nothing wrong with being beside in this perfect raging storm.

I never thought I’d find something like this in life that was ever missing.
That’s until he showed me who he was and for this I praise God for his existence

I’m thankful for his respect, gentleness, in words and all his manners.
He settles me when I’m anxious and when I’m showing  my weakness like a banner.

To have his presence you’ve felt for almost half your life.
You’ve always been connected but never thought about this close of a connection twice.

How could I be so lucky to get to share this heart of mine?
Sharing my heart with  him, I never knew he would add so much sunshine.

So I’ll keep the little heating pad close by me for today.
Never mind, I’m keeping the little heating pad forever and always.
Leanne
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Leanne  39/F/United States
(39/F/United States)   
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