Love is the cool side of the pillow on a hot blistering day
It snuggles up under a thick, quilted comforter during an ice storm
Hot and cold, cold and hot
On and off, and on again
Love is ever changing, it evolves, or it ends
Love. Will. Never. Fail
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Natassia Lawrence
Mother to two future world changers. Lover of food, books and all things beautiful. Professional career coach, full-time kisser of booboos, casual short story writer. Taking you on a journey to uncover the world inside my head.
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Comments (3)
Hot and cold, cold and hot,wonderful words you written❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
Yes, love is ever changing. Nicely Done!!
Great love poem! Fantastic work!