A heart

A heart

As cold as a winter storm

It freezes you to death 

With the wind the words form

 

A heart

Filled with warmth

Like a summer breeze

It never causes any harm

 

When they meet 

The cold heart shall melt 

For the warmth that it needs 

The warmth that its never got to feel

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