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Tha cold night air stings to tha touch, frigid burns like acid.
While warmth that radiates from love, allow us to be placid.
With each cold winter front, blisters of the blizzard begin to form on my skin.
To my surprise, then you arrive with your warm touch - once again.
N` everytime I hug you, I hold you so tight & close..
in hopes that I won`t have to let you go - though I know..
it`s "that time" to make a life on my own.
But jus` know - young or old, when the creases in my cheeks fold
my Mother`s always been devoted to what she loves,
so my heart and soul remain close to home.
