MY ISLAND IS COLD BUT I AM WARM


My Island is cold
But I am warm.
Knowing you,
Hearing your voice -
Gives me a glow
And sets my heart in a place of happiness.
Through technology - you came to me.
Cold screen, cold keyboard, cold, cold telephone wires -
And suddenly, thorugh these,
My Island receives warmth - Through you!
Through your gentle sweetness.
And I wish to be close to you,
And I wish you were here -
To fill my arms, and my heart.


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