Your warm armour enfolds me, equips me for loving battle.
Your warm sword stabs the cold, severs frostbite's grip.
Your warm shield shelters me,
shoulders the weight of attack.
Your warm tears flow artery deep, steel me for winter battle.
You're my warm core,
warm to my touch.
You're my warmth.
Mar 8, 2024
Mar 8, 2024 at 3:03 PM UTC
Your warm armour enfolds me, equips me for loving battle.
Your warm sword stabs the cold, severs frostbite's grip.
Your warm shield shelters me,
shoulders the weight of attack.
Your warm tears flow artery deep, steel me for winter battle.
You're my warm core,
warm to my touch.
You're my warmth.
It started with warm armour.
