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A Letter To Cozy

From Your Deepest Love

By Abigail YPublished 2 years ago 1 min read
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To Cozy, my love,

Wisdom can’t describe

The worlds behind your eyes,

Bright blue, and confident as the sea.

Your midnight shades of hair

Make ready to appear

Every mystery the writers say could be.

You always have a corner,

One to make your lovers warmer,

An open space from which one might share.

As ebenezers in a camera,

So deep is your nostalgia,

So safe, that we find courage left to dare.

As steady as you’re vast,

Unshaken by the past,

You’re true to all that life has to hold.

You divide what’s right from wrong.

To only one do you belong,

And only one in a million are so bold!

A companion brave as light,

The unmatched Adventurous sight,

You’re the portal to all myths and legends rare.

But in your comfy, furry swaths,

Correcting kindly my faux pas,

You ensure ventures never lead to despair!

Familiar—yes! familiar—

As the best friend on the bridge,

Who comments on the gorgeous golden hour

Above the countless buildings crossed,

Ignoring how I got us lost,

Admiring, instead, each balcony and bower.

You’re the gift of being sober,

Life’s most intimate of lovers—

A fact I won’t allow him only to concede!

For to whom else could I run?

Who less garishly cumbersome?

Who as warmly enveloping indeed?

I may be orphaned, spear a whale,

Find the greediest dragon’s tail!,

Live vicariously and new things, understand.

But when the pages reach an end,

You are where I gently land,

Reclaiming station in the history of man.

You're one to offer up your soul

To guard me and cajole

My head from where my heart ought to be.

The clock will always turn,

And the candlelight will burn

For those lured into your company.

Oh, how tragic that the lost

Are met with such a cost

Of frolicking so far away from thee.

How comfortable in tears,

Familiar with the tiers,

Of panic, fear and anonymity!

But you and I let the sunrise

Caress open our eyes,

Intimidation met with a mischievous gleam!

And when diamond minds arise,

When it’s time to shut my eyes,

You float my consciousness through the dreams.

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About the Creator

Abigail Y

Now is the time to rise on wings like eagles, use our tongues to set fire to nations, abound the earth with life and beauty, and live on more dignity, love, humility, and strength than we can stand with on our own.

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  • Abigail Y (Author)about a year ago

    When you curl up next to a warm fireplace and open a book, such comfort is the safety between reality and fantasy

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