As the
days grow colder,
You seem
to drift further away.
Far
enough for us to not be able,
To feel,
what we could! What we may!
They say
this December,
Will be
the coldest ever.
I sense
it, as I look for you,
Here,
there, everywhere.
Arctic
like wilderness,
Is what
each day feels like.
The
excitement of love, however, nurtures,
Hopes of
a truly deserved life.
But as
the nights grow longer,
Stronger
becomes your slumber.
I’ll dig
in and wait,
Not letting
luck be a bummer.
And don’t
you worry,
Even if
you wake up shaken,
I am
here to catch you,
Be it in
hell or in heaven.
When it
is spring,
But always
know,
My word
is a forever thing.
From Mondays to Sundays,
From this
sunrise to the next one,
I will
be here for you, always,
Like for
the earth, does the Sun.
