Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Cold


it's cold outside.
Could inside.
Hearts like footsteps frozen in time.
Ice.
Before there was.
Snow.

Warmth.
There's warmth.

Rooms.
With young hearts not yet cold.
In rooms yet warm.
In beds with dreams.
Hearts filled with hope and love and trust.
Hearts with wishes and innocence.
Hearts that wants.
Needs.
Warmth.

Hearts that belong to me.
A heart I want to conquer.
Be inside. Yet again.
I love.

Heart that has stopped.
Like a footstep frozen.
Thaw.
A sign of spring.
Happened tonight.
My heart jumped.
With hope.
Warming.
Could it be?

I hope.
I wish. I love. My heart.
Yours.
Forever.
Always was.

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