When everything around me
is dull and dark and gray
When cold and ice and wind and frost
hound me through the day
When sweaters are inadequate ,
When longjohns fail to please,
I ache to return to you--
you never let me freeze.
You make my room so cozy
You make my life so bright
Blankets can’t compare to you
On a chill Wisconsin night
How could I brave the temperatures?
How could I stand the snow?
Without you to revive me--?
I never want to know.
I promise we’ll go on like this,
me cherishing you so
I’m so thankful that I found you
At Wal-Mart, ten months ago.
I knew it then, I know it now:
In truth--there’s nothing sweeter
than to bask
in the warming range
of my dear space heater.
Monday is for cyber, and murder, and love
19 hours ago
2 comments:
I do love me my space heater.
I'm in the midst of a glut of commenting right now, but I just had to say that I love this poem. I also like taking really hot showers when it's cold outside. and by cold I mean like, 55 degrees, because I live in houston.
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