Thursday, February 18, 2010

Your limbs ache. Your heart is tired.
It is here that you love me.
In the cold.
In the dark.
When you can't find another way to keep warm
other than to steal from me the heat I house.

And so selfishly you love me.
Not for us, but for you.

When your limbs ache.
And your heart is tired.

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