Everyday more
That life is best served warm,
Warm with Feelings
Warm with love,
Warm with snapshots of us all.
And I believe,
Even more still,
That passion is best served hot,
Hot with action,
Hot with courage,
Hot with dreams that always flourish.
That's why I don't get,
Why some would choose,
To hate and seek revenge,
Since both those dishes,
Are cold and wishes,
That rot the heart they serve.
So, if a cold dish,
Is what you wish,
Why don't you have Ice cream instead?
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