The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco. ~Mark Twain
There has been a climate change in the center of my heart.
The polar ice caps are melting because love's light has left a mark.
No longer are there icebergs that could sink the grandest ship.
Now flows a current that allows a vessel's course to enter in.
Expansion of the heart is a pilgrimage that must endure a harsher cold.
For the only way to gain a deep love is to be a sailor that is bold.