Warm Hold
Fire dances in hearth
But my heart runs cold
For you are not near
I need your warm hold
When my eyes drift shut
I dream of our love
Words tickle my ears
Sweet coos from gray dove
I hear door's sharp click
You're finally here
Strong arms pull me close
I love you my dear
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