Her Warmth
Her warmth is all I need,
all I want.
Her warmth is what I need to feel content,
all I need to make it through the day.
I need it everyday, for if there is such day that I don't have it,
my soul will be unrest.
Her warmth is magical, one of a kind.
Her warmth is what defines her, for she is my mother.
Her warmth is what I yearn for, what I will cherish everyday until her warmth slowly becomes a mist of cold air.
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