Cherish Poem by Wilfred Alford

So how is the sunshine when it
races across your face? What
does it feel like to have such
pleasant taste? When others
love you for you and you don't have to
changes faces. What does it
feel like to know such gentle
places? When winter feels like
winter and all the cold kept
out...what does it feel like to
cuddle with your love and sip
coco on the couch? What
pleasant environment the
heart must feel to know such
days and even if for a moment to
realize just how much you have it made.