The fact that February
is so bitter means
little to me tonight,
you are warmth
and this Monday
is so cold.
Whiskey does not help
and that is obvious,
but then my eyes
caught yours,
I am captivated,
but then February
is so cold.
@ @
© Oisin
Please tell me what you think
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You still haven't invested in woolen socks, Scribe??? 
Lovely & tender, my Friend. 
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whisky, warmth and romance...all mixes together quite nicely doesn't it
Then along comes the chill! Very nice work my pleasure to read ~Tia
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i look who have left comments here in this poem and smile
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ah the warmth of a good woman and a good drink, what does it matter then if the air is a little chill a good poem.
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The weather/temperature use just adds to the intelligence of this poem without anything more than everyday language, that is a talent. I can't help but wonder if this is just a poem about unwanted loneliness and not necessarily "the one".
Regardless I enjoyed it, thanks for sharing.
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such a lovely piece this is...something mysterious and intimate about it. perhaps it's the eyes...Hope things warm up for you there in Washington - and keep writing like this
~ Nicolette
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i'm happy you're posting more lately....catching someone's eyes does have the same warming effect as whiskey
beautiful..cold, but i feel a warming up, too in this....
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