When we honestly ask ourselves which person in our lives means the most to us we often find that it is those who instead of giving advice solutions or cures have chosen rather to share our pain and touch our wounds with a warm and tender hand.
If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me I know that is poetry.
Stand by your man. Give him two arms to cling to and something warm to come to.
What feeling is so nice as a child's hand in yours? So small so soft and warm like a kitten huddling in the shelter of your clasp.