My Greenhouse

You and I winter and summer time an icy serenade tinged with cold veneers and air expelled from my toothy grin  . You take my mitten clad hands in yours  and ignite my pilot light . My flame is burning within as your heart is built with a gas line that is sufficient with a warmth that defies the polar front . I really can’t believe you are my comfort blanket without a utility charge . It’s truly is a gift you in the ways you nurture summer rays radiating with words that turn my thermostat up I melt as I clamber in to your aesthetically made greenhouse . Where everything grows and matures because of your own light that scatters with your soft illuminated brown eyes and ease of grace etched in a kind face . I discard my mittens now and throw them out the door as I know with a smile and without a doubt no matter how frozen I have been . I will never be again .