The sound of whispers search the air,
finding the ear of the most loved one.
Fighting the truth, in order to live - -
For, it's more than what you think.
The chills of your skin find the spot,
of which to take over and over again.
And, coldness calms the world - -
for the warmth of insides cure all sickness.
The faces of pain no longer exist,
for it's storms of the heart fighting - -
the feelings of the soul writing - -
the story of some love.
