MORNING DELIBERATIONS

The touch of your warmth,

Made my shiver cover the night,

Your shine stood ashamed in front of me,

Such was you, the winter sunlight.

I am so happy to see you in times of chill,

Grapple to squeeze your might,

You are indispensible, say I,

Even when you are weak in times of plight.

At times you are the male,

We do not want to see you such,

There you are the broad daylight,

The warmth of times is despised at every touch.

Our deliberations to continue,

At all times in awareness of the act,

The feel of the sunshine of seasons,

Is not a fiction, always a dire fact.