Be it so that my blood run cold. Ice and chill trek through my veins, realization that no other heartbeat my warm my blood or soul ever again. My heart will not slow nor speeden, but remain the solid flow of ice water red. My heart will not beat, but linger to a flow chamber as if it were a broken dam. No love or pain may ever repair this forever abandoned and leaking heart. By no companion may I be healed and fully loved again. Nay, not again, but ever. Have I felt love, I won't have felt so much pain to the present. Had I felt love, I wouldn't have let it go, I wouldn't have let it leave me. I had given it so many chances but no takers had revealed themselves because of judgement to me, unknowing who I really am or what I am capable of doing for them. I can give love tenfold what any other man can give. I can love, I can forgive, I can live so you may as well. If chance became that you gave me a chance, and upon a time your life be taken away, I'd give mine away so that you may live with a whole hearted smile. My only remaining question is, will you give me that chance? Will you?
