It's You Poem by Danny Robbins

It's You

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As a cold toe touches warm bathwater.
As a fire melts away the frigid night air.
My dear, it's you.

A warm blanket on a barren wood floor.
The lone oil lamp in a dark room.
My dear, it's you.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007
Topic(s) of this poem: fire
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