it is only coldness i have in me my love, i have no life in me. only the cruel realities of what i have done haunt me with the hounds of their consequence and I am nothing more than the cold bitter wind that cuts and bites at everything it touches. You are but the only warmth my heart has known and I give you away not because I hate but because I love you, because that roaring fire of life within you must not be cooled by these bitter winds but grown and fanned ever higher by warmth and love and things that you deserve, things far better than i ever will be....
