My Love From Above...

The coldness never stops,
emptiness of warmth is never forgotten.
Warmth is constentaly missed,
is always being longed for,
and never found.
Months maybe weeks,
go by and still no warmth.
Death grows near,
and brings along her coldness,
and the warmth retreats,
even further away.
The coldness knows,
that if i belive the warmth is gone it is.
This coldness pushes me to a point,
of no return.
The coldness has won the battel,
i am worn and useless.
My warmth will never return.
As death gets closer,
i begin to feel warmth.
Although coldness is working to keep me down,
the warmth is begining to over take me.
Warmth is begining to fill my soul.
Life is happening.
My life is feeling warmth,
from my love above the coldness is shatered.
Death grows near,
and brings warmth and memories.
Her warmth brings contemptment,
for the one that i loved.
The battle has been won,
warmth has fought soundly,
coldness has fought bitterly.
My love from above has won my soul.
Now my soul is filled with warmth and the cold has forever been defeated.