This love of mine <br />That you always doubt <br />Despite the passion <br />We always have, <br /> <br />Is not always strong <br />To keep you warm <br />Of course, you soon <br />Will grow cold as ice <br />In my hand and so soon <br />You shall melt like <br />Water slipping through <br />My fingers, <br /> <br />I am ready for this <br />I have kept the other <br />Hand warm to hold <br />My other hand when <br />The night gets <br />Colder and you are <br />No longer there.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/296/
