Your love is like the April sun as it eases across the yard.
Slow and gentle, with a hint of a breeze
to keep things from heating up too fast.
It draws me out from winter hibernation,
asks for nothing but my presence,
and sits with me all afternoon:
a steady, comfortable warmth.
It’s only after I’m back indoors that I notice
the warmth followed me inside.
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