A Gentle Angel

I was shaking.

I have been cold.

Your fingertips touch me like feathers.

The moon finally comes out through my window.

The warm water you shower over me melts the autumn cold.

You are the angel whose voice melts the cold from my life with your singing.

You make the center of my emotions burst open.

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Inspiration came from both Dennis DeYoung and James Barbour.