Words Of Warmth
Perhaps you have never been told,
that your heartbeat is a special treasure,
which cannot be bought or sold,
not with diamonds that are forever,
nor with a mountain of gold.
I’m not trying to be good or clever,
I just want you to see what I behold,
for you and my thoughts are together,
and I would even be so bold,
to say that no matter what the weather,
be it summer’s warmth or winter’s cold,
autumn’s leaves or even spring’s heather,
in my dearest memory; you I will always hold.
poem by Dale Mullock
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