"Frozen Bliss"
In he walked from the cold and ice,
His soul frozen and slowly dying.
All that had mattered, in this life,
Was erased by love's...cruel lying.
He sat down upon a low stool,
His eyes glazed by misery...and pain.
Knowing not a single being or soul,
No one to call his name again.
He walked away...from life alone,
The day that ice slowly walked in.
Everyone...became a stranger then,
Not one man to call him their friend.
Ice wrapped around his sad heart,
Willing it not to care or even beat.
Blank stares, from vacant frozen eyes,
Heart lost and in complete...defeat.
Warmth left the body long ago,
Left his soul frozen and cold as snow.
As their love lay ...upon the ground,
Ice enclosed and feeling quickly slowed.
He stored his heart, in ice and snow,
Climb inside of his body and died.
Willing pain...to just leave and go,
But life left no safe place to hide.
In he walked from the ice and cold...
And in bliss... deaths arms did enfold.
Valentine
