Crisp senses, a sensation I crave,
I feel I still sense your face.

Your eyes, bright and blue,
A pair so beautifully unique to you.

The winter is approaching my cold heart,
I know you're not here but my heart begs.

A man of my mind, a curse of my making,
Strings attached to my weak eyes.

The tears are falling, what can I say?
I let the boy inside you run away.

It breaks me everyday.