The cold, icy air
Whips the fabric of your shirt
Stripping away your fire
Into smoke
Numbness in my hands
Which long to hold yours
Creeps slowly through my veins
Where blood once flowed
But I’m not cold
Despite the chilly wind
Because in your presence
I am eternally warm.
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'The cold, icy air Whips the fabric of your shirt Stripping away your fire Into smoke' wonderful wonderful I want to add this to my favorite poem list