A storm beats upon exterior walls,
as heavy gusts rattle windows ~
taunting, these elements rage
unceasingly, without mercy.
Inside, cold drafts seep in
through unseen cracks ~
their wraith-like streams
sending chills over ones' soul.
A wall-mounted furnace ignites,
ushering in embracing warmth,
bringing comfort, solace and rest ~
until outside torments subside.
Regardless of conditions,
this warmth is readily available ~
all one needs to do
is reach out,
and receive its' peace.

No prompt, but it is raining hard outside...
For my Love 
I have written over 80 poems (at this point) dedicated to my Love ~
most, if not all, were about my love for her. Some spiritual, some
sensual, all loving and adoring...
With this, I wanted something for her soul ~
a comfort, a reassurance that my love's warmth is unconditional,
and that it is always hers, no matter what life throws at us.
Our love can withstand the storms of life 