You smell like those woods, burned into ashes and warm enough on these chilled nights like today. . And on those afternoons, you be that taste of warm cup of coffee, slightly hot and smearing the lipstick on my lips. . When in the cold mornings, I wake up thinking of some random dream of you, Smiling and laughing, our hands intertwined, inseparable. . And when I struggle hard to seek, why my home has a sweet aroma and warmth all the time, a memory of you hits up. Realised, you are the warmth in this chilly winter times. But remember, I've never hated the cold, darlin'. It would always be my favourite. And you? You'd always be the warmth of those blankets, of those warm cups of coffee and a warm of heart of mine. ©_shweta