As
a blanket,
upon a loom,
intricately woven,
by hands full of skill.
Having purpose,
and design,
your countenance
portrays beauty,
of blushing colors.
With hues of strength,
people are drawn to you,
for your warmth.
Under the cover,
of friendship,
I fall in love,
with no regrets.
We snuggle close,
and I bring you in,
under my arm.
The cold fades away,
as I make promises real.
You will be mine,
forever.
* This is a re-post (Jan. 22, 2007) for Poetry Please group; Prompt 'weave
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Comments: 15
Good write. I'm re-reading it (yet again) to combat the cold evening outside.
Wilka