Everything around me is dead.
Nothing can live around me,
nothing but the cold.
The cold is my constant companion.
Cold and the loneliness that surrounds me like a good friend.
I long to be near you and soak in your warmth.
But alas, I know it shall never come.
People say that I bring a different kind of beauty to the world.
But all I can see is death, cold and loneliness.
There is no beauty to be had when you are not near.
And we cannot be near one another,
even if you wanted it too.
For you are Summer,
the one who created light and all that is wonderful in this world.
And I am Winter,
the one who creates night and the death of what you have created.
No my love it is not meant to be.
But, oh, how I long for your love anyway…
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