My love to be
Wraps his arms around me
His gentle touch
His soft breath
His unspoken eyes
Everything is well
Till that moment
The moment when the hurt comes back
His soft breath slowly evades
His unspoken eyes are clear
His gentle touch is stiff
What is it that brings this loneliness,
this death
...this ... Frozen Embrace
beautiful
work on this one
cool poem you are a great writer