Warm even in the iciest weather
Calloused and rough from the hours of
Playing guitar, strumming away.
Pouring out your emotions of that day.

Warm and holding mine in yours.
I could stay like this for hours.
The importance of such simplicity
Leaves me timid, leaves me afraid.

Warm and tracing my skin.
I feel myself letting you in.
Your fingers brush ever so softly.
Chills sending, lungs inhaling.

Warm instruments playing my heart
Like the strings of your guitar.
Sending my heart soaring up and down.
Singing the feelings you send through me.

Warm even in the bitter weather
Tracing my skin, playing my heart.
The power in the touch of your hands.
Chills sending, lungs exhaling.

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