Dear Krysta,

Dear Krysta

Silently I cry in the cold December rain,

Tears streak down as the memories of our past return with the sound of your once comforting voice,

Ancient flames begin to rekindle once more,

As I long once more the your solemn kiss,

And in my heart I know these feeling are wrong,

Deep inside my idiot heart,

I have accepted this fact,

That though I hate you,

I also still do love you,

But this love I have passes,

Is more of a love forgotten,

Because the great length of time we spent together,

It is entirely unlike the love I feel for my true in that respect,

For true love doth not falter or wane,

It is unshaken by the most powerful of the mighty earthquakes,

Is is not off set by the merciless winds of a hurricane,

For it is pure and true,

Unshaken and pre-destined