Endless Love

She waits in the arms of her lover

winters harsh winds

burning every spot of exposed skin

an unimaginably quiet night

sounds won’t carry over the wind

the harsh and heavy searing

of frostbite in the air

thankful to be not alone

high hopes of a near end

her lovers arms the only comfort

another night out of time

The morning brings no less pain

thankful for the sun

but hunger lurks with every breath

the shortening of hope

raises the desperation

endless hours of mourning

for a life barely lived

no time to waste on want

their needs are more expensive

a cost of life

soon to be collected

At deaths door she waits

her lovers arms

barely a chance of coming back

as the sun sets on their backs

so too with it any better way

of a life worth living

hiding from the mighty gusts

she crawls deeper into her lovers arms

searching for a greater embrace

left with nothing more

than a dead mans last grasp