January Frosts

My sweetheart, I recall those January night times
I spent alone.
When frost so embittered left delicate cobwebs upon the pane.
So cold that no fire would keep me warm
and how I longed for you.

Then as now I need to hear your sweet voice.
The music that turns the ugly to beauty and false to truth.
My need for you causes an aching deep within my essence which only your body can resolve, heal and fulfil.

Pray now my sweetheart, instruct my heart
To suffer absence and not long for you.
Whilst you listen to another's music
and I dance to another's tune.

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