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Warmth, from your sweet brown hues to your smiling eyes, is all the flame I'll ever need to remain cosy for life.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 26, 2021.
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Your love to me is the golden sunny rays of summer, the kind that alight upon the skin as heaven's kiss.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 26, 2021.
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Even upon this wintry day, when the sky is a woollen grey shawl upon mountain peaks, I feel our happy memories become a glowing sense of warmth.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 26, 2021.
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Upon sunny days I close my eyes to bath in the gentle warmth, and in memories of you I do the same. For that sweet uplifting sensation comes all the same. So, no matter where you are, no matter what you do, you create the weather in my soul. You are magic on automatic and you do it with your honest loving heart.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 26, 2021.
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Warmth and sweetness of the soul are so close in relation to one another, perhaps the sun-rays are a kind of sugar to the spirit. What I realise each and every day is that the heat of the heart is always just right.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 26, 2021.
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The warmth from your eyes is my soul-hearth.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 26, 2021.
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In warmth there is a sense of rising hope, as if love was walking through the door.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 26, 2021.
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Trust me to stay as your warmth even if blizzards come. I will be the light both within and around your heart. I was born this way, born as fire, sparky and bright.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 26, 2021.
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Emotional warmth is the light we give one another, feeling the leaps of our combined flame as a kind of healing joy.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 26, 2021.
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After so long without it I am surprised by the warmth in the sun's rays. No longer does it leach my heat but instead it gives to me. Once more my breaths are quite invisible and the birds are more active in the sky. Still cloud lingers but today it is not a dense layer of grey but instead a chaotic array of white puffy shapes amid the blue. I stretch out my hands and tilt my face upward. This sun is not enough to burn - even for me - and whilst it has the first lick of summer about itI put that out of my mind. Savouring the moment is important, tomorrow isn't guaranteed to anyone, not even me.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, December 6, 2014.

Found in Darwin's Ghost - first draft, authored by daisy.

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We are born for love, to give and to receive this innate kind of warmth, this sense of home that lights our inner hearth.

By Angela Abraham, @daisydescriptionari, February 26, 2021.