I would hold your frostbitten heart
Until it thawed
On the coldest of days
With a blizzard of faith
In the goodness of you
I would shovel mounds
To get to a warm embrace
Leave the icy world
To rest outside
And blanket you
In quiet white
Linens, love and long exhales
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