The heart can love more than anything even of its old. Owning her heart is a move so bold. Cold is the desire to want her near, losing her is a battling fear. Not a tear drop we cry yet the glimmer of pain lingers in our eyes. The soul no longer breathes but withers and dies. She was the woman who taught you to love what a relationship is about as pure as a white dove. From above she was sent to care, she slumbers all you do lay there and stare. The glare of the moonlight from the window shines upon her skin. The taste of her lips is your sin, for the feeling you cannot erase. The warm embrace leaves you in a daze. She is half asleep yet throws her arm across. At that moments you are but lost. A heavy cost you did pay, as all u did was watch her walk away. She tries so hard to make her return, your ego makes this difficult as you yearn for her near. She's the true love you always held dear. She woke up everymorning with a smile on her face with dimples so deep it could trace her face. Perpetually waiting for those moments of peace. You make certain you are at ease, you please her heart's desire and douse her self proclaim. You Kindle her hair and wake up to your lips with her name. Tame and calm is something you will never see. Just like the moments so real, now her sorrows is all you both can cart. As she doesn't desire your heart, she longs for your touch and make her have the fresh start. Resurrection of emotions is never the key for the few. She just can't stand to see you with someone new. She doesn't love you like the cold snow. We lost what we had coz we don't talk anymore.
Written and composed by
Timothy Justin Rudolph Rodricks
