He has ice water for blood <br />And a stone for a heart <br /> <br />Though they live there together <br />They are worlds far apart <br /> <br />She is the water, he is the earth <br />The best they can manage <br />Is barely a dearth <br /> <br />They wait for the rain <br />To cleanse all their pain <br /> <br />For each loveless day <br />Is cloaked in disdain <br /> <br />Trust it becomes <br />A mere fleeting matter <br /> <br />And her heart breaks into <br />As it finally shatters <br /> <br />Emotions fly high <br />In the wind as they scatter <br /> <br />Beyond the horizon <br />No longer in view <br /> <br />True love is a blessing <br />For the fortunate few <br /> <br />But not for the one <br />Who is so filled with such ire <br /> <br />Who long ago lost <br />All her earthly desire <br /> <br />Just look at her aura <br />Consumed by the fire <br /> <br />As the flames of her anger <br />Grow higher and higher <br /> <br />Her ashes now spent <br />On the funeral pyre <br /> <br />But alas when her soul <br />It finally wakes up <br /> <br />She will waken in heaven <br />To Loves sweetest touch<br /><br />Lynne FincherSpringarden<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/worlds-apart-13/
