Dearest Froyo Hagens,
You are.
The fire that ignited warmth into my frigid existence, whose saccharine kisses caressed and calmed the delirious tundra of my pain and angst. The flame that altered the effigy of haunting histories into a bonfire of comfort, homely and welcoming. A sanctum in the thickness of the black forest, that beaming beacon to my raft's berthing shore.
Invigorating.