By wordley
Date: 2003 May 11
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The Thaw

I see your sadness strung like icicles around your heart
The winds of spiteful winter have closed you in
The world of pain and suffering has opened its maw
And has cruelly drawn you into its world of sin
But I bring the sun to melt your icy prison, to be there
And as sadness decreases in its stinging rays
And those icicles melt from around your heart
This thaw will last 'til the end of days
For love has a heat nothing else can stand
Save a pure and loving soul
Can only be taken with a pure and loving mind
And in you, its place made whole

         To Leah