You are as warm as snow
as an icicle
as an entire ice age
You are bright and cheery as a Monday
as an overcast morning
as a graveyard
You are as understanding and kind
as a dictator
as a military commander
You are as soft and gentle
as cement
as a rock
Only the most bitter lemon
Could taste this sweet
Yet your eyes shine
your smile is constant
and your touch is so needed
that you are as welcomed to me
as if you were a god
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