Royalty on the throne.
Birthed from the sun,
emerged from the snow.
Migrated together to create
a chemical reaction well known…
We are well aware of what happens
when heats touches the cold.
My heart gets soft
when I’m around you.
Ready to receive the warmth
that surrounds you,
I feel your heat as you enter the room.
Melting tense muscles,
Painful memories disengage
to make way for your pleasant mood.
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