A lazy night to morning,
Cold, gusty, dark,
He seemed restless,
In his room waiting,
Waiting desperately,
But her whiff was fading,
He was falling,
Falling, falling deep,
In her weak memories,
Sick enough to make the move,
His sleepless eyes
Went asleep,
Seemed the end,
But that strengthening scent,
Got stronger,
His paleness increased,
Dead, heartless,
Felt she is back,
Her aroma,
Took over his strength,
Entered her face,
Speaking for the desire,
Tearing his heartless soul,
Leading it to that cold fire,
Fire of her love,
That scratched his skin,
Made the beast cry,
Washed his sins,
Made his coldness feel her warmth,
Kissing his eyes,
She brought dead beast
To life… :)
