The strength of her love
As i wake up, i'm not cold.
The warmth of the blankets between me and her warm and hopeful.
This brings me back to the cold nights and the broken window.
The memories drowned out, and resurfaced as a happy place
She helped me forget but not just forget; tame.
The heat from her kept my heart alive
she kept it beating. if your home is where the heart is,
my homes with her,
the lungs in my body so weak,
but with her safety revived them with armor.