Your ice runs through me slowly
And the tree’s whither with doubt
You pull the glow of the sun away
And tenderness hides behind clouds
This I thought was love, like snowflakes
Yet I still reach out for those shards
Warm your kiss to me, let’s have coffee
Feel more than this cold silence!
Come sit by the open fire now
And throw another bad log on it
Lets both watch it burn, together
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