I feel the warm sun upon my skin
As it penetrates and enfolds
The stark early morning cold.
And I remember how I have loved you
When my love was still unafraid,
And my hope the only flame in me.
I kept it burning high, so high;
I did not even have the faintest glow
Inside my body when it died.
Dec 24, 2014
Dec 24, 2014 at 1:00 PM UTC
I feel the warm sun upon my skin
As it penetrates and enfolds
The stark early morning cold.
And I remember how I have loved you
When my love was still unafraid,
And my hope the only flame in me.
I kept it burning high, so high;
I did not even have the faintest glow
Inside my body when it died.
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