Love Is Warm (Kittens Are Fuzzy)
My coats all have gloves
With names just the same
You can't fake your love
It is never a game
My sweaters and my boot laces
My scarves and my hats
They come in different flavors
Feel you softly wrapped
My pockets all have note pads
And each of them waits
To carry a poem and
Sign our love by dates
Your pulse has its seasons
Coming over your glass of wine
I can feel you all around me
You move when it's time
And when the snow is down
And when your fleece turns warm
I'll hold you close all winter
I'll fill your dreaming storm
My pockets all have note pads
And each of them waits
To carry a poem and
Sign our love by dates
You can't fake your love
It is never a game
12/2/24
Demo - 12/3/24
© Huw Powell
humanthoughts.org
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