Her beauty is a warm mist on a cold winter's night, kissing the yet frozen petals of an unblemished flower.
For she alone can understand the softness required to bring forth the luxury buried beneath.
He is but the thief of her innocence, knowing not the damage yet to come.
So he sends out his strength to carry her across the barren tundra.
The hunger needed to bring forth her flower is far beyond his essence.
So he waits for love to take him to his ultimate end.
Basking forever in the shadow of unkempt pain.
-Johnny V.
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