There's Something. by Chambersluvsnani, literature
Literature
There's Something.
There's something poetic
About the occurrence of love in the winter.
The only time I love the cold
Is when I have you to share it with.
There's something poetic
In the way I love when you kiss me,
Your lips warm and your nose chilled.
Holding hands inside pockets
So the wind doesn't freeze them off,
And your body huddled to mine
In attempts to shield me from shivers.
There's something poetic
About the way I hate Texas weather,
Unless it's snowing
Or I'm with you,
Who warms my heart
Like a cup of Hot Chocolate
Warms your fingertips
When I'm not around to do it for you.