How often has the winters wind whispered
a dream upon your rosy cheeks and frosty
breath..
In the wee hours of twlights velvet sky have
I not warmed your heart with the promise
of celestial glory?
Perhaps you saw my form in the changing
clouds of crimson dawn
Perhaps the sun closed his eyes but for a
moment that you may behold my sorrow
in the shadows of eternal night..
Perhaps, my love, you choose to look the
other way..
Is not your heart fashioned as a God?
Did you not shutter when I opened my
hand and the evil one plucked the dove
of peace from my heart?
And now, you must decay with the elements
of time..yet I will gather your spirit and bring
you home to a place you would not believe
though someone told you..
Go your way my love, for this message is
sealed until the last day..the day of..
Eternal love.
.