She lives up to her name
With a warm, sunny disposition
Warmth oozed from her with ease
In the reach of her hand
And the touch of her palm
In the tilt of her head
And the smile of her eyes
In the lilt of her voice
And the pout of her lips
Her face, a mirror to her soul
What she felt showed.
So if you saw her cold,
And feel unease,
Learn to see,
Through her eyes.
You will find,
A mile of unresolved thoughts,
A horde of un-forgiven deeds,
A hive of unforgotten trespasses,
With, layers of analysis, to get through.
For all her easy warm summers
There are those eerie winters.
So if you profess to love her
Remember to be the summer in her winters
And keep her warm with ease.
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