Warm Salavtore

Under the warm gales we embraced till the moons embrace, As the noontides grace falls, The warmth of your palms yet flourish, But yet mine diminish, Under the buring sun my palms stand bloody cold, Cherishable hours on tall slender towers but your palms were warmer, "Oh silly" you would laugh out, But yet deep inside I cry my heart out, The warmth in your heart lingers into the turbulent dark, But yet the cold heart stands firm devoid of compassion, "you should fear me" "I am withering away your warmth" He fleed, Tears of sadness arouse, Austruck and bewildered, Baffled she As the final days ring, He breathe his final cold breathes, "She was to good for me" He cried out, He was tired of belonging to a cold body, With a leap of faith he produced a bold stunt,