Wild, bitter winds,
Rip at my hair...
Tear at my clothes.
As I walk along the lane...
Searching for the soul i've lost.
Face lifted to the ash grey clouds.
The flakes fall silently on my face..
As angel kisses raining from above.
My body is frigid.
But my heart is warm.
I know that I'm getting closer to you...
The pain i've felt inside,
For so very many years,
Is ebbing away...
Slowly seeping into the abyss.
So I know,
That my soul is somewhere near.
And you hold it...
Like glass,
In hands strong as steel..
But gentle as rose bud in early spring.
I search for you.
My eyes pleading to lock with yours.
The barren trees hide you somewhere amongst them...
Hindering my veiw and leaving me frustrated.
The wind screams through the trees...
Blocking out every other sound
So I must use whats left of my heart,
To call to yours.
To again find my soul...
So safe in your hands.
But alas,
My feet are numb,
My body is screaming out in pain.
My mind is faltering against the cold.
I know I must find you soon...
Or all is lost..
Answer my calls, My Lover
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