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Love Has Never Been Warm To Me

Love has never been warm to me

Its icy cold breath has always been breathing down on me.

Others boast of warm fresh breeze

But I’ve only been able to feel its chills.

Love has given sunshine, smiles, and rainbows to others

But it has only given me a cold shoulder.

Maybe I offended it before.

Maybe it wanted me to do more.

Maybe I could try and break the ice.

Maybe I haven’t been too nice.

Maybe I’m really just afraid

For love to be warm to me.

©Maria Michaela

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A story teller, a writer, and sometimes, a poet.

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