I shiver outside in this bitter cold.

My eternal fire is screaming in pain.

Demanding to be for once bold.

Painting the picture, beholding the frame.

As moss grows springily around the wild vapor of my heart.

Until death do us part I cannot bear to be apart.

I waltz in the rhythm of you but I cannot show.

All my feelings spirit and darkness trapped at the very fold.

Bullet wounds in the mirror but it won't break.

To you my dear, I cannot with take,  

Anymore of this rumble in my explosive bones..

One day the reality of calling you my own.