When you were cold
A shivering foundling
I came to be your kind-ling
A lemon fish
With warm hands
A dictionary of all good words
Delectable foods to warm your tum
Not crab....more like lobster bisque
Hugs that make your soul becalmed
Enchantments to amaze
Little simple things
One might find along a gravel road in summer
A secret swimming hole for two
I give them and more to you
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