The wind howls,
The windows shake-
as I sit inside on a cold winters night.
I'm bundled up
blanket and all with a sock on each foot
and yet I shiver to the bone.
The tea in my hands tries to keep me warm
but it seems that after its ceramic casing
all warmth is lost and I remain frozen.
The warmth I need doesn't come froom heated water
or even wood buring in the stove.
I need the warmth of my love
as I huddle in his arms.
I need to be engulfed in his embrace
while he holds me tight.
This is the warmth of which I crave,
This is the warmth of which I need,
If I am ever to stop shivering to the bone.
Mar 11, 2013
Mar 11, 2013 at 10:32 PM UTC
The wind howls,
The windows shake-
as I sit inside on a cold winters night.
I'm bundled up
blanket and all with a sock on each foot
and yet I shiver to the bone.
The tea in my hands tries to keep me warm
but it seems that after its ceramic casing
all warmth is lost and I remain frozen.
The warmth I need doesn't come froom heated water
or even wood buring in the stove.
I need the warmth of my love
as I huddle in his arms.
I need to be engulfed in his embrace
while he holds me tight.
This is the warmth of which I crave,
This is the warmth of which I need,
If I am ever to stop shivering to the bone.
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