Warmth of A Winter’s Love…

​Through the wind and howling breeze

I see a figure standing stout

I hear the sound of birds and trees

But from the figure I hear nowt.

But a whisper that bends my ears

And burns the trees to a cinder

A voice I’ve yearned for all these years

To hear in the dead of winter.

One step is made to come but closer 

A smile upon my face

As winter hath not froze her

A miracle in this place.

For the love I feel is strong and just

It’s My heart in her that I do trust.


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