Slow burn

Love is like an ember to the skin

Then it burns with in

It can glow with warmth on a cold night

Whatever the burn its got bite

Love can be as sad as butterfly wings pulled off slowly

But be sure, be sure

It's a slow burn

The dirge

A dirge plays in the background

There's been a death

Hope has died along with love

Hope was slowly strangled to death

Love was clubbed like a baby seal

The cold frozen ground covered with the remnants of a beautiful life

Spattered are the pieces , in a red gore congealing on the stark white landscape

Sadness lives here and hangs like mist

Pourd on your lips

I want to be pourd on your lips

Cling to your tears

Cleave to your form

And never let you go