The way he says my name

Makes me smile

Makes my emotions inflame


The way he shows he care

Makes me have hope

That I can be repaired


The way he compliments my every flaw

Makes me want to dive right into his arms

And thaw


Thaw, the coldness around my heart

That no one has ever attained

It requires some kind of art

Some kind of persistence

It takes his good heart


This is my entry for Thursday Poets Rally Week 35