His face dropped with a frown,
Forlorn and alone, he looked,
The stony blue eyes were raging a storm,
Confusion laced with grief and pain,
As he racked...
Sometimes when its dark,
and outside so cold,
Suddenly,just a memory of you,
one of many those I hold..
Your face's glow,
makes the cold seem warm..
and suddenly,
the dark...
