Word Morph
Without your body, my world is COLD
You were bound to my love with a sentimental CORD
I wouldn't have minded if you sent me a card CARD
It got lonely and dark in the burn-victim WARD
But no blazes could compare to how you make me WARM
Copyright © Frank Cipriani | Year Posted 2009
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