I'll never understand how,
Even on the coldest of winter evenings
Your hand was full of some continuous, flowing heat
As it grasped mine.
I'd never known someone to be so warm at first touch,
Like a sun had come to replace the very heat
In your chest.
You never did explain
How, even on the weariest of days
I loved you.
I never really wanted to know the truth.
I guess I realized that in my world, it didn't matter.