I imagine. . .
that some day
someone will start a fire in my heart again
it will be like the hearth in an igloo
warming me from the inside
while I remain outwardly icy
He will chip away
at my frozen exterior
saving the shavings in a paper cone
for one day when we will drizzle sugared syrup over it
and celebrate the melting
of me, the polar ice cap
It is the start of global warming.
Not in my heart.
Happy Valentines Day beautiful woman 💝
Thanks! Same to you!