Your Love, Your Cup of Hot Chocolate

n.b. not my poem. read it a long time ago. but to date i love it.

Give me thy love,
thy cup of hot chocolate.

For when I drink of you,
my soul is overtaken with your warmth.

When the world outside is cold,
I sip of you and the cold is turned back,
allowing your warmth to enter my body.

Sometimes the hot chocolate burns,
too hot to hold and too scorching to drink.

When I let you cool you become safe to swallow,
so I sip again of your warmth and it fills me inside.

I never let a day go by without my hot chocolate.