Stripped bare, the armor,
The protective covering of my heart
an open wound, harsh breeze,
It burns, passing over me
Longing for your love
Fully exposed is my pride,
Naked in the winter of our home, alone,
The sun rises, the ground warms
Yet cold is it still, unbearable,
The absence of your love
Casts a shadow over me,
Every breath is visable,
Still the world turns,
Days go by, months, years
Every season is winter now,
So I will wait,
For the spring of my second youth,
The day the sun shines on me again
That day will come, will it not?