Warmth Called Love
There is a warmth
throughout the land,
It's felt by those
who'll lend a hand.
It's carried through
a tender smile,
And grips a heart
in tears of a child.
It flows through all
whether young or old,
It's even felt
in the heart so cold.
This warmth can bring
strong men to their knees,
When their child they hold
and their face first seen.
It's a gift life gives
from up above,
It's waiting for you
this warmth called Love.
Copyright © Linda Etling | Year Posted 2009
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