Word came you're cold, again, <br />an icy wind has blown to smithereens <br />the summer warmth, <br />and thrown a frosty rug upon <br />the window panes. <br />What will you do, my love, <br />your fireplace is mute <br />no crackles can be heard <br />and night is yet to come. <br /> <br />I hurry now, my love, <br />and from the shores far to your South <br />I shall despatch to you <br />a whole flotilla, bundled with new twine <br />of driftwood, you will know it <br />by the tiny sails I shall attach <br />and by the bottle post, my note inside, <br />a verse straight from my heart of hearts, <br />may verse and wood bring warmth to you, <br />and do, my love, send back a word to me.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich 2<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bottle-post/
