Frost bite, iceness
A heart of metal so cold
Walking alone in the darkness
Waiting for something of what they future may hold

Eyes of deep blue
Have turned to stone
Lips that once burned with passion
Take the deep breaths of the cold

She was his love, his angel, his light
But when the reaper came to claim her
He couldn't hold her tight

Placed a rose on her grave
A tear escaped from his eye
It was then the blanket of snow
Began its eternal fall

For his heart was forever broken
For his soul would never feel warmth
Because he lost the love of his angel
And with her, the will to live his life

Now he walks alone thru this world
Winter chill follows behind
For in his heart there is snow and darkness
Cold as the stone in where his lover forever lies


Marina.

AngelLight

Thanks pkh

Thanks for reading

Sad but beautiful write...

Sad it is, the inevitable separation of lovers by death.