Your warmth, stay

Somedays my heart burns

With antacids and patriotism

With hope and admiration for the sun

Until the day is done

And other days are just cold

My limbs frozen and sore

Like a sycamore

Leafless in its Decembers disguise

Yet today I am neither

Since you are near to me

And very much alive in my life

I am dry and free as an autumn leaf

Stay here forever with me?

Saria