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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

Obstructed View: Gibraltar

Demo - 12/3/24

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© Huw Powell
humanthoughts.org

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