It's wintertime
that time i dread
when all i want to do
is stay in bed.
But what warms me the most
I'll tell you it's true,
Is not my blankets,
but the mere thought of you.
So i'm just returning the warmth
(quite literally)
To warm you from the top of your head,
To the tips of your toes.
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